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Roses are Red, Booty Haiku.
I’m making the minions-I mean the kids-write Springtime haikus today. I hated being told to write a certain way when I was in school, so of course I have to inflict the same torture on them. Baby girl decides to write about catching butterflies and sticking them in a jar. I peek over her shoulder…
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Untitled Insomniac Meandering
we are here and it could be that life has slowed or even stopped for a minute or seven or a million; you know how we are about time. last night we laughed, arguing about whether or not it was possible to lose a measure of time circled thoughts like children on tricycles in half-safe…