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if i was two scoops of robin hill granola poured into the blue glass bowl, you are the sugar on top that swims gracefully through the ice cold goat's milk, settling at the bottom where white becomes silver and bland becomes sweet.
let's pick blackberries together in the fields of summer, where wild black-eyed susans appear, where cats follow but act like they're alone. where bees buzzing is the music of heat and water is a god.
we'll pick until our fingertips bleed and we'll eat until our tongues are purple, and in the morning, we'll put them on our cereal laughing.
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pretty please....
pretty please with ice cream and bananas and fudge chocolate syrup and deep red strawberries and gummy_worms (the sour kind) and spicey gumdrops and thick whipped cream and cool vanilla pudding and warm_hugs and sweet_kisses and sticky marshmellows and peanutbutter_that_gets_stuck_to_the_roof_of_your_mouth without milk, and tart cherries, and sugar_on_top
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unhinged
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Anniversaries of death
caught up in dreams
take me back
to our place in
the empty life
back to tomorrow
so far from today
life without screams
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soia
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sometimes I sprinkle sugat in my peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
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pour some sugar on me...
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I want you to know that ever since I read your post, aimee, that damn song's been in my head and I can't stop singing it. thanks a lot.
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you're welcome
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drew, 10, from virginia, near d.c. 4th grader in a st. something, catholic school. a girl's name? i didn't think.
she was. she had a strong will. set on skiing.
it was a near perfect hour. rare, they are, bur this one was in nearly every way. (notice the red use of the word, nearly from 130116, jw...high five!)
she told me she watched skiing on tv and was so excited to do it. she was an ice skater and it showed. after i told her and demonstrated how to do it, she got it on the first try.
when i gave her a gold medal with a red, white, and blue ribbon, she gasped. i wish i could have recorded that sound.
we connected somehow. high-fiving over accomplishments. i loved how she said, "ok." this is a rough translation: "ah-gay," said quickly and dismissively, as if she was eager for the next task to perform.
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what's it to you?
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