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Inventory

You have a place to live; a car; A great career where you’ll go far; A wide variety of friends; A sense of where the sidewalk bends, And where it’s cracked, and where it ends; A fine appreciation for Absurdity; … Continue reading

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Awefully Proud

My grown-up girl, I’d like to say, It seems as if Just yesterday The tender age Of twenty-two Was what the world’d Tattooed on you. We watched the moon Both rise and sink, Then Sunday’s sun Fell on the ink … Continue reading

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Living History Her Story

Pull out your iPhone: Siri, what’s the date? “2/24, YOUR GRANDMOTHER’S BIRTHDAY!” How much is twice her age? “TWO HUNDRED EIGHT.” That many years seems awfully far away, But think about it: Someone Grandma’s age When she was born (before … Continue reading

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Happy Happy

The anniversary of you We celebrate today. It’s true We’re continents apart, but still Just listen to your heart: You will Detect a murmur. That’s from me! I am your cardiopathy (If that’s a word), as you are mine. We … Continue reading

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Birthday-Having Happily

Happy, Birthday-Haver, happy! Hope your natal day’s not crappy. Age, you know, is just a number. If it’s high, you may seek slumber. When you wake, you’re that much older, Though, so staying wakeful’s bolder And resembles death much less. … Continue reading

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The Little Prince Gets A Job

Chauffeur du monde, we tip our hats To you (et nos chapeaux). Congrats! Today you have successfully Completed lap one hundred three Around the sun without dislodging Helen Johnson Collins! Dodging Comets, NASA probes and dust Whilst coddling my grandma … Continue reading

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Lincoln’s Birthday

Abraham, put down your slate And blow your candles out. It’s late, And there’s a stack of rails, I see, That’s still unsplit. Why might that be? You’ve always done your chores. It’s odd. I blame that hussy, Mary Todd. … Continue reading

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