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Taming the Junkyard Dog: May 2011
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Taming the Junkyard Dog. No posts. Show all posts. No posts. Show all posts. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Birdland, Midwestern United States. I'm not really a poet. Sometimes I just poke words around. "She can't help it,” he said. “She's got the soul of a poet and the emotional makeup of a junkyard dog." Stephen King, from UNDER THE DOME * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Here Mary will post her poems, old and new. View my complete profile. Wonder How Deep a Mother's Love is? Yes, I'll Be Your Neighbor.
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Taming the Junkyard Dog: DYLAN AT THE BEAT MUSEUM
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Taming the Junkyard Dog. Sunday, September 16, 2012. DYLAN AT THE BEAT MUSEUM. DYLAN AT THE BEAT MUSEUM. I went to the beat museum. But they wanted eight dollars. Eight dollars of my hard earned money. Eight dollars of my cracking eggs for the people on the sidewalk. Eight dollars of slicing peppers and peeling onions in a kitchen. Eight dollars of my eyes weeping as I slice. Eight dollars, man. For eight dollars I could buy a roll of paper. Or a typewriter ribbon. To unroll my blood, sweat, and tears.
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Taming the Junkyard Dog: THE BEEHIVE
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Taming the Junkyard Dog. Monday, June 6, 2011. I want a beehive for my tombstone. No formaldehyde for me. Just sprinkle seeds of clover. I’ll be breakfast for the bee. For I’ve lived my life in cycles. And this is just one more. I’ll be waiting for the morning to arrive. And the bee will take me round the bend. And then she will return. Collecting her nectar for the hive. I want a beehive for my tombstone. No formaldehyde for me. Just sprinkle seeds of clover. I’ll be breakfast for the bee. I'm not reall...
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Taming the Junkyard Dog: September 2011
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Taming the Junkyard Dog. No posts. Show all posts. No posts. Show all posts. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Birdland, Midwestern United States. I'm not really a poet. Sometimes I just poke words around. "She can't help it,” he said. “She's got the soul of a poet and the emotional makeup of a junkyard dog." Stephen King, from UNDER THE DOME * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Here Mary will post her poems, old and new. View my complete profile. Wonder How Deep a Mother's Love is? Yes, I'll Be Your Neighbor.
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Taming the Junkyard Dog: September 2012
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Taming the Junkyard Dog. Sunday, September 16, 2012. DYLAN AT THE BEAT MUSEUM. DYLAN AT THE BEAT MUSEUM. I went to the beat museum. But they wanted eight dollars. Eight dollars of my hard earned money. Eight dollars of my cracking eggs for the people on the sidewalk. Eight dollars of slicing peppers and peeling onions in a kitchen. Eight dollars of my eyes weeping as I slice. Eight dollars, man. For eight dollars I could buy a roll of paper. Or a typewriter ribbon. To unroll my blood, sweat, and tears.
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Taming the Junkyard Dog: June 2011
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Taming the Junkyard Dog. Monday, June 6, 2011. I want a beehive for my tombstone. No formaldehyde for me. Just sprinkle seeds of clover. I’ll be breakfast for the bee. For I’ve lived my life in cycles. And this is just one more. I’ll be waiting for the morning to arrive. And the bee will take me round the bend. And then she will return. Collecting her nectar for the hive. I want a beehive for my tombstone. No formaldehyde for me. Just sprinkle seeds of clover. I’ll be breakfast for the bee. I'm not reall...
