I keep a private Scrapbook
You won't see on my shelf;
Stuffed with trivia from my life,
Known to no one but myself.
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She clung to me like willow shade,
With one step I'm in the sun;
If my day got hot and hazy,
I knew where to run.
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Four you already know,
But I can't, I won't,
Put them in writing... allegedly.
The Fifth is my favorite.
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No, no, no, Dirtbreath. I say we call the big one an elephant,
and the small one a mouse.
Eve
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If you were a book,
I'd read you again.
If you were a ride,
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The twins came today.
They took their first breaths
On this first day of May.
Today, and all days,
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I saw him wince,
I saw no smile,
I saw the hurt
In his eyes.
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Pop bottles. Boxes of them.
The old man brought them home.
He collected them on the construction site, between lifts.
Sometimes it would be days between lifts,
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I'm pissed off with Robert Frost
And the guy who wrote "Paradise Lost".
I ain't happy with Aristotle,
And especially John, the weird Apostle.
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They carried us
Through gestation,
Or adopted
Without hesitation.
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