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Venti To Go

Miles to go: 120 Coffee size: I’m thinking venti Destination: PDX Cargo: Offspring, distaff sex Reason: Delta red-eye flight Birthday: Thursday Flight: Tonight Age on birthday: Two times ten Papa’s thoughts: Remember when…?

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The Tansy Verses: The End

So, this is where we end, it seems. Like waking from the pleasant dreams We share whene’er we sleep together, Now we rise to face the weather. Terre Haute feels safe–you’ve found Some comfort here on higher ground– But rivers … Continue reading

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The Tansy Verses: No. 18

Meteorology’s fun! And I’m bummed our…whatever…is done, But just shelving your books, By comparison, looks Like a drag, so kiss-kiss! Got to run.

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The Tansy Verses: No. 17

Weather girls predict Architects make detailed plans Critics watch and scoff

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The Tansy Verses: No. 16

Are deviled eggs a metaphor? A few are great, but less so, more? Is mustard love and mayo stress? The yolk a thick, symbolic mess? If so, you’ll have to blame my mom. She got the recipe in Nam.

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The Tansy Verses: No. 15

Tuesday’s child, so I’ve heard, Is full of grace, so it’s absurd To see you mope and hang your head Like woeful Wednesday’s child instead. You’re fair of face–a Monday trait– But you were born a day too late To … Continue reading

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The Tansy Verses: No. 13

Yadda-yadda, something red And blue that rhymes. Let’s go to bed.

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