By Your Toil

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Beans in the fields,weeds in the beans.God said, “by your toil”and we feel what it means.That nothing is perfect.There’s no magic fairy dustor magic fairy sprayand so toil we must.Some toil on foot,pulling weeds with their hands.Some toil their mindsto … Continued

It’s There

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If this is the lowest price,then, by golly, we must pay it.Just like every thought I think–it’s there and so I say it.

Picking Up My Own Slack

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Picking up my own slackis worse than that of someone else.There’s no superior feeling.There’s no pride if I were to tell“Yeah, I didn’t do it then,so today I did it double.”No, there’s just a nagging feelinglike I’ve gotten into trouble.

Sliding Puzzle

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Life is like a sliding puzzle, the kind with nine or sixteen squares that only work when there’s a space, so if your life seems full, beware.

Mail

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The mailwoman comes just once a day,so I just check the mailbox once.I know that all the junk will come,just once a day, about at lunch.My email comes in when it pleases,and so I could check it constantlyjust to find, … Continued

Boundaries

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“A love that knows no boundaries.”It sounds so good in theory.But I’ve read a woman’s tears,and so I’m skeptical. I’m leery.I see no one can love anotherwithout loving his own self.It’s just that, lacking boundaries,love’s selfishness excelsand overcomes intentionsand turns … Continued

Needy

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Why you gotta be so needy?Promise me you don’t be greedyand pass your boredom off as thirstor little bumps as hurts far worse.Cry to me and I’ll believe you,change your diaper, hold and feed you,aware my “need” to be your … Continued

Album-Titled Self

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Oh, oh, my album-titled self.I changed my name to get my product on the shelf.Now I’m waiting, waiting to see if it sells.Waiting all by my album-titled self. Paint on the tape on the video.There wasn’t much that he wouldn’t … Continued

Seam Ripper

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There she goes again, ripping out the seams. Doesn’t she know it will leave holes? I wish I could hold it all  together for her. She thinks she might be better off alone. Bits of thread lie scattered on the … Continued

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