Running on Banana

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I’m running on bananaand a handful of nuts,which is okay as long as Iam sitting on my butt.But when I finish all my workand get up to take a breakI will need some more foodlike a taco or a steak.

I’d Rather Have

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Going to stores can be dangerous, and looking at the ads that come in a bag on Tuesday night can be just as bad. I thought I had what I needed. I thought I had enough. But when I looked … Continued

My Sister Is Coming Today

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My sister is coming today.We have a place she can stay.She’s bringing her laundry and a big backpackin that college-student way.My sister is coming by car.My sister has traveled so farwith her laundry and her big backpackso we can be … Continued

Her Brother

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When she jumped to save her brother,she wasn’t thinking about how he shouldn’t have gotten so closeor the pros and cons of guardrailsor the temperature of the water.When she jumped to save her brother, she only thought of her brother.

The Hub

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The hub,the center of a wheel,is there to hold the wheel together,each spoke spinning and movingwhile the hub stays and stays.Is it the hub that turns the wheelor the wheel that turns the hub?Either way, the hub doesn’t get much … Continued

The Red Hen

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The red hen is the loudest.She bosses the others around.The red hen wants to bethe loudest chicken kept in town.The red hen wants to be a rooster,crowing atop the coop.The red hen won’t be satisfied.The red hen will be soup.

Get Well

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I’ll bring you water, herbal tea, and orange juice to drink. I’ll tell you “Drink it all, you are thirstier than you think.” And if you don’t drink it all, I’ll be able to tell. But most of all, I … Continued

Just Things

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When the floor is clear and I can walk,my head is clear to think and talk.When my computer runs out of spaceI feel so full behind my face.When the snow begins to melt,I feel alive as I’ve ever felt.I feel … Continued

Seven Every Week

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I may not write a poem each day,but seven every week.Some people hardly say a word,but they make up for it when they speak.I hope I too have something to say,some thoughtful point to make,something that makes you think, somethingthat’s … Continued

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