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• So… My Boyfriend’s Famous!
  on Dec 20, 2009 in Babbles avatar boyfriend sam worthington
  This is my boyfriend. His name is Sam Worthington, and according to imdb.com he’s not married, so our love is not a sin. He was born in England, but apparently he’s Australian – I don’t know, but what I do know, is that heR...
• Nobody’s Perfect
  on Dec 18, 2009 in Articles Reality Check obama the onion wordpress
  Well WordPress has gotten on my nerves today. I was trying to add an Amazon widget, which didn’t work. – I don’t know why I can’t add widgets to my sidebar. As soon as I go to save, the HTML disappears. – Annoying to say...
• Be On the Lookout!
  on Dec 14, 2009 in Articles Reality Check dinosaurs the onion predator
  This has recently been brought to my attention. I guess dinosaurs even had their problems- y’know, beyond the whole extinction thing. Unfortunately, I can’t embed the video, but while you click on the link, I’m sure you’ll fin...
• Hopscotch and Jump Rope
  on Dec 11, 2009 in Original Poetry children memories
  Remember during the summer of hopscotch and jump rope we leaped off your front porch filled with adrenaline and ambition and we flew? Not Fast, not far but down from the porch railing to the gravel road below. The stifling air thick, the UV rays baki...
• As Is…
  on Dec 10, 2009 in Favourites Poetry ani difranco music
  you can’t hide behind social graces so don’t try to be all touchy feely cuz you lie in my face of all places but i’ve got no problem with that really what bugs me is that you believe what you’re saying what bothers me is that...
• Invictus
  on Dec 6, 2009 in Favourites Poetry invictus
  Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but...
• Portrait Of An Old Woman On The College Tavern Wall
  on Dec 4, 2009 in Favourites Poetry anne sexton
  Oh down at the tavern the children are singing around their round table and around me still. Did you hear what it said? I only said how there is a pewter urn pinned to the tavern wall, as old as old is able to be and be there still. I said, the poets...

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