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In the time it took for Peter, Paul, and Mary to croon 500 Miles on my mother’s dusty record player, I discovered that my entire life had been a lie.Keep reading
Mommy, Can You Hold These for Me?
Your first glimpse of my face as I held you in the delivery room will be forgotten.Keep reading
I Could Sleep on This
Drip, drip, drip Percolate and wait Drip, drip, drip My heavy eyelids blink in sync The nutty aroma intoxicates me They shout, we want pancakes The granite is cool against my cheek I could sleep on thisKeep reading
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