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Golden Heads
My father bought me brown wool socks today; And I am glad to be alive! Ashes to ashes and electrostatic dusters all around� For we have a house to clean, Full of unclaimed memories and the smells of someone Who considered me: �family� In what sense of that word?
Thank god she taught you to dance Because when we get to moving our family Super collides� We explode like an Independence Day fireworks display And our mothers are the Grande Finale! So to the Island we will go to declare ourselves Independent from The tyrant King George. And freedom will ring� From sea to shining sea! Today felt like something from a New Yorker short fiction story And I saw phrases in the way the sand lay Lace crocheted between water molecules There were few clouds in the sky I hope I have a thousand clouds in the sky on the day that I die. Before I climb the rope to that Tree house in the sky. Now is the time to get your hands on the things that are important to you. Read the will and will yourself to forgive These mistakes we've renamed: Learning experiences. We are a (photograph every time we�re together) family A (tell that joke until it�s not funny anymore) family We are a (funny voice, sing-a-long) family One where people dance and brew joyous noises As well as unpleasant smells. We are each of us, ourselves.
4:37 am - Wednesday, Dec. 23, 2009
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