japanese red maple tree

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By April BLue

soft music to soothe my he art HeBrew Brother of the Dreaming World Healing my Submissive Heart BroKin my LoveRR the True Dominnant got Cop Sounds Screaming out loud ass Eye try to type lousy lines of crappy poetry once a day for hymn self expression is more important to his eye doesnt give a dan how i feel about it neither wants to know where my subbie head is at there "back on your side" is the song that is on now yeah! right there daddy! nope! still at war never ending war daddy! tired of fighting youRR war soft music that is anything butt soft when u really listen deeper down to the full n subtle meanings of the intent rain room? you got a broom? rain room? you got a broom? roy orbison songs on the baja sessions...thought of hymn first when i heard the HeBrew Dreamer for the first time at the granny goat's guarden eye wandered what was really happening with me and my glamourous babysitter darlene little jay eating split pea soup from a can can me and the bongos and darlene singing and dancing my nephew glaring out of the corner of his eye until his hands were on top of the skin than eye heard his hands tapping softlee n gentlee "eye passed" he said to me"eye passed" eye had known the joys of both ends of Special Educational Services all my natural born life starting with speech lessons with my baby brother inn issaquah valley long ago "retarded" was how he was introduced to kindergarten school wondered what my old italian lover was really up to yesterday when he had the whole tribe setting me up for it whatever it really was coming down the pike pink was the dominnant color of the granny goat's guarden japanese red maple tree and the coral underneath gift i had recycled from the dumpster at fairwood two pieces of coral that i wasnt letting go to waste Victor brought it over and planted it under the cedar tree colleen's memorial i thought when i had the shovel that day she was gone and i wood knot B able to say good bye to her except in this physicall manner...digging up dirt and rocks felt good that i had something constructive to do for her spirit and art even if it didnt mean nothing to anyone else

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