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		<description><![CDATA[There is no Where to look on a Great Big Boat in a seasalt breeze and not see Life lived happy.  There is no space without a dancing man (his head burned badly, bald) and a laughing woman (the openheart chest scar white down her middle).   There is no place the phone will work to [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=clancyjane.wordpress.com&blog=1096817&post=332&subd=clancyjane&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<description><![CDATA[We gather together to talk the logistics
Of where we will meet and when
And to whom will be given the tasks
That surround the collection of
Turkeys and trees.
Fewer gifts to give this time,
And fewer places to together in.
We carry it heavy as we make our plans
And our knee-bones bend,
Their fissures full of grief.
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Johnny Cash sings us across Missouri and into Kansas. I whistle Ring of Fire above the roar of windrush.  Dad taps out the rhythm on his knees.  His fingers are long, like Picasso&#8217;s Old Guitarist.  I think about injecting his insulin the night before&#8211; readying the needle and depressing its contents into [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=clancyjane.wordpress.com&blog=1096817&post=245&subd=clancyjane&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>A Letter To Christine And An Apology To The Homeowners Association For Not Mowing My Yard</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[when princess diana died, i thought of a lot of reasons her death was faked.
she was in danger, of course.  there were plots and conspiracies against her.
i believed she didn&#8217;t die until the young one, the redhead, wore a nazi costume to a party.  i was sure, if she were living in witness protection, that event would have brought [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=clancyjane.wordpress.com&blog=1096817&post=184&subd=clancyjane&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>I Do Not Care About The Quarter</title>
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The doctor calls and says
 The tests are back,
 This isn’t good.
 
I give her the news.
We go for coffee.
 
The coffee comes, she shrugs and says
 I’m sorry kid,
 Looks like I made you waste a quarter.
 
I do not care about the quarter.
 
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