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NY Puzzle

I like a jigsaw puzzle, but my placeis less than half a thousand of square feet.I only have one table in the space,and puzzle pieces cover its completerectangle surface in the present case(1,000-piece is twice what would be meet).But it’s … Continue reading

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Amnesiphilia

My thoughts of yesterday, about last year,I shared with whom I call my closest friend.For half a century, she’s been the peerI talk to most. And sometimes we contend,but mostly we agree and don’t offend.She countered she’s so much in … Continue reading

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Assessing

Assessing Twenty Twenty Two today,I think it was a better year for methan several recently. I have to say –I got along with everyone I love;the fire season spared us smoke; dismayabout our politics was almost low;my health improved (though … Continue reading

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Evident

My oldest friend complained the other dayher back is sore. She’s feeling like a wretch.She moaned a lot and then went on to sayshe’ll tend to it next week. “Don’t be a kvetch,”I countered. “There’s no reason to delay.Get on … Continue reading

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Old Romance

Subliming from a solid to a gas,your arrow’s on an arc to miss my heart.It’s not that I’d invite a sexy pass,but if our discourse is to have a start,it’s well you’ve moved from arrogant and crass,though nephew-like respect should … Continue reading

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The Fourth Time

I kind of like it when I’m incorrect.That path bisects a place where I can learn.Initially, we neither could connectbut recently, when I had to returnto meet you as a client, I at firstdisdained your arrogance just as before,abhorred your … Continue reading

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Pleasant Surprise

I know I have a herniated disk.My doctor told me 16 years ago.He read the MRI and said I riska rupture if I fail to care just so.And 50 years of phoning made a wreckof infrastructure in my upper spine.I’ve … Continue reading

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What Comes with Crows

Sometimes the bird shit is hard to ignore –splats of bright white on the deck.Waking this morning I paused at the door,arrested by more than a speck.A crow had released a catharsis beforeI arose, but not long did it wreckmy … Continue reading

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Foolish Fortune

The final jobs were finished yesterday,resurfacing the bulk in front of me.They hung the entry lights and the displayof house address and mostly, finally,the box where mail is put for them and me.Of course they chose all wrong: house numbers … Continue reading

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Appointment Postponed

On Tuesday morning she was so concernedabout a foster kid who’s 38,she planned to see his doctor with him, yearnedto question protocols and advocatefor tests and facts – whatever could be learned.By Thursday when he said he might be late,her … Continue reading

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