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St. Chris is clipped to keep us safe, EZ pass marks discounted tolls, handmade bows tell this vehicle was new, although often instead there’s a little flag of where we were from fading with the rosary beads or tassles Are now permitted within moderation, stickers on the back telling me- honk if I hate Bush, […]

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Green goes the light and horns follow in their cacophony of up and down pauses before wheels roll as a mother’s bench lullabye licks against the leaves that wave the day to dark, and grass is warmer than if the cat napped on it as the metal swings squeal with the pound of children And […]

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It was nearly ten years ago, Thursday morning playgroup. It was for all official intents and purposes a time for a pile of little ones to get together and schooch, crawl, or otherwise interact with one another for a few hours. The mothers were there for a different reason entirely. We were glad for the […]

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