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  Mary Poppin's Purse

  

  By the_sparrow, Chicago, IL

  I wish I had a Mary Poppin’s purse… the kind that fits all sorts of things, anything you need and it would have it. It would be there when you needed it. For instance, if the room was too dark if I couldn’t see if I couldn’t find my way I’d have that purse. I’d reach insid...
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  O, Father Time

  

  By the_sparrow, Chicago, IL

  That Father Time No dad of mine He came to see The work I'd done With riddled rhyme And rigid thoughts In a fragrant, smooooooth Pleasant lyric. But I said to time, “You have no place To hold me to Your pointless race On abstract tracks Devoid of space No depth but what I give...
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  In Humble Defiance

  

  By the_sparrow, Chicago, IL

  You tell me Speak more simply Let the words land clear and graceless On the page. You tell me Write directly Give you logic and let Beauty f a l l To second place. You tell me Think more clearly Don't get caught up in the feeeeeeeeeeeel But in the flow. But how I could find...
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  Tasting Green Eggs and Ham

  

  By the_sparrow, Chicago, IL

  The first book I ever read was Green Eggs and Ham, by Dr. Seuss. I was four years old, waiting in the lobby of the doctor’s office. Having finally exhausted my enthusiasm over colored blocks and Lego’s, I picked up the book and sat in my mother’s lap. She walked me through every word of every ...
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  Far From Home

  

  By the_sparrow, Chicago, IL

  When I came here, I thought everything would fall into place. I’d be magically transformed into that girl I want to be—the one who knows herself, who soars unhindered, who finds the kind of love that means everything, that changes everything. But nothing’s changed. If anything, I feel more ...
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  My Mother's Cooking

  

  By the_sparrow, Pampa, TX

  I was raised to love my mother's cooking I savored every bite. I surrendered to the smell of it I marveled at the sight. For years I ate my mother's cooking I found myself content. For years I read her recipes I asked not what they meant. Then one day I went out to eat Yes, I ...
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  Morals

  

  By the_sparrow, Pampa, TX

  Morals, morals, on what do you stand? On an omniscient God with the world in His hand? Or are you just rules that a human ordained Said over and over ‘til you had mankind trained? And how were you chosen? What made you stay? How do you live when your creators decay? Ah, but you’re never th...