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Monthly Archives: July 2023
1135 MY POLISH GRANDMA’S TAKE ON CHORES 02-23-23
“Yes! Yes! Little one. I know. There is always so many chores! Yes, we must sweep the porch. Yes, the dishes must be washed, those pots and pans scoured and hung on the hooks. Yes, we have to drag that … Continue reading
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1134 PROBABLY BE MY LAST VISIT 07-11-23
“I had a visit yesterday with my doctor cause I can’t bend no more at the waist or knees without I keep on headin’ South. Have to hold to the bathroom door or the god-damn bed post whilst doin’ battle … Continue reading
1133 LOTS OF THEM 07-10-23
As you see, this is poem #1-1-3-3. Yes! I’ve written lots of them. (I know! I know! quantity will never guarantee quality!) and truth to tell, I jiggled those last few numbers just to get that rhyme with “3”! But … Continue reading
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1132 A CHRISTMAS CAROLE FOR JULY 07-08-23
Mary had a little lamb. Thus the manger became the birthplace of salvation. The cows, the sheep, the donkey who bore the Virgin to Bethlehem all, were ever the only earthy witnesses to Incarnation. The angels, Gods dulas’ in that … Continue reading
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1131 I KNOW NO BETTER 07-06-23
I know no better way to live than to spend my life with you. I know no better laughter than that, mixed in raucous joy, with yours. I know no better place to lie than in your warm embrace. I … Continue reading
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1130 THIS WILL BE A GOOD MARRIAGE 07-04-23
In the late afternoon on the 4th of July, Maria Rodriguez and Charles Foxworthy stood before The Right Reverend James Wentworth and Father Haroldo Perozo SJ to proclaim their Declaration of Interdependence. In front of friends and family they mutually … Continue reading
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1129 THOUGHTS FROM CHURCH THIS SUNDAY MORNING 07-02-23
The view through the back window, behind the pine pew and the elders chairs, holds more than mere memory. It’s that old Live Oak does it. Its thinner branches whisper like moaning ghosts in midnight breezes. Right convenient it was, … Continue reading
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