St. Peter met her at heaven’s huge gate,
asking who was she and why had she come.
“Why should I let such as ‘you’ enter in?
I’m busy and there’s such a long line.”
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My daddy calls me Will-dog.
PaPa calls me chief.
I’m always baby brother
to my sister - oh, good grief!
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Fuzzy caterpillar
with your million-jillion feet,
how do you know which foot should go
as you're walking on that leaf?
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Hush now, barking spiders,
please don’t make a sound.
I’m at my birthday party.
I don’t need you guys around.
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Today I found some scissors
by my Mommy's sewing chair.
I learned scissors can cut paper
and scissors can cut hair...
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holding her in the afterglow
where words were
never really needed,
he was fond of whispering
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You don't always know
how you know.
It comes slowly, the awareness.
With the certainty and final resignation
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While sitting on a park bench reading
I overheard a man nearby
talking with his grandson.
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My friend, Sherla, was hard to see
for Mom and Dad, not me.
My imaginary friend was all I had.
I’m an only child, you see.
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When I turned forty,
my friends took me
to see the male strippers.
I never knew there was a place
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