RE: Evolution of Thought
Spinning into ancient thoughts unbidden in his mind's recesses where lie hidden uncherished memories of cruelty inflicted, he gasps for air, his lungs constricted.
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Sweet berry from High Point
When I lived in Goldsboro I met a girl from High Point Her accent was a treasure And her smile could not disappoint
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Gentleman
Being a gentleman, he thought before he spoke, opened his pocket watch, offered his words, whole.
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The Gentleman Stood
Stetson tipped over one dark eye: he fondles a timer counting each grain of sand as it falls. I hold my breath.
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RE: RE: My Mom's Father
He wouldn't pick blackberries Tho, he tended his grapevine Grandmom froze the purple juice Those grape-pops were divine
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Evolution of Thought
Memories echo Today beckons Tomorrow rises My mind reckons
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RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: Summer top 10
Visiting with Grandma in High Point Green rockers on the porch Crossing the road to pick blackberries Listening for the train
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RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: Summer top 10
We picked them on the way home from school, scooped our skirts full, took them home and baked a pie.
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RE: My Mom's Father
A stern, imposing man With pocket watch and fob He spoke with such assurance Like the voice of God
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Never Too Many Blackberries
No matter how many ripe berries we picked & ate off the thorny bush, scratched & bleeding, never ate too much.
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Summer Songs, Sister Songs
Grandmother played piano as she traveled around the world, almost a century gone now, we sing her songs in a whirl.
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RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: Summer top 10
Picking blueberries above Echo Lake in Maine is a form of summer heaven I yearn for still.
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RE: RE: RE: RE: Summer top 10
Blackberries full and ripe along the old railroad but watch! The ivy glistens.
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Warning Whistle
Blackberries full and ripe Beware when ivy glistens Be careful not to eat too much And a cross-tie walker listens
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My Mom's Father
Grandad was an engineer He drove the L&N trains A Captain of the Rails And master of all domains
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blackberry woes
Daddy showed us where to pick The sun blazed down on little heads Cobbler dreams and vanilla ice cream and scratching chigger bites in bed
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Vinegar in Mason Jar
Vinegar clean in a mason jar, He thought moonshine was in there, Odor crinkles the nose from afar, Sipping the shine does not compare.
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RE: Family Photo
I pick up the black and white frame I have her nose and eyes I have his last name and I am the creation of their lies
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Family Photo
Five men stand in gray, hands in pockets or on hips, eyes on a train wreck, one locomotive on top of another.
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My Father-In-Law's Bell
He sold trains, we had a bell, bad economic times we had to sell.
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RE: blackberry woes
The bitter fruit delights the eye and assuages the tongue that it cannot be ruined
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cobbler
sugar, flour, butter, milk some baking powder too I dump the berries on the top the crust comes popping through
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RE: RE: Family Photo
The rocks cast shadows but never move. I choose to be lost in their patient shelter.
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RE: Family Photo
"Click send" me into traction, a chain reaction caused the end to using my blackberry while driving
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RE: RE: Family Photo
listen to Oprah admonish sign the no phone pledge the last promise you'll accomplish while smoking on the ledge
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