Sunday morning dawn
splotches of tranquility
dappling, dancing rays
silently she walks
the blind woman up the street
looking straight ahead
beckoning church bells
"onward Christian soldiers marching"
flip flops, heels, boots..trend
gasoline mowers
keeping up with the Joneses
too bad..I'm a Smith
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Farewell, Mom.
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I thought even the Smiths in Indiana fired up their gasoline mowers at least every other day. But then what do I know? Unlike you neatnik midwesterners, I'm surrounded by weeds.
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