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“...Charlie Swashbuckled...”

Friday 06/27/2008 7:27 AM

Another poem for ya:

Breathing honeysuckled air, Charlie swashbuckled his path
across the lawn (or Gaul - had Charlie been Caesar) pausing
briefly as parasoled young ladies caterwauled, truckling
to gossip of fallen friends who fell to men who can say
“I love you” too easily or to ones who can't say it
at all. Charlie left them, chuckling from hearing them bawl.
“Alcohol neanderthals,” he chortled, “baseball is all
I need.” Content, he returned to Gaul to work on his pitch.

Shannon's working on a project in her workshop out in Colorado. She asked for my help finding this old picture of my dad from his world-travelin', satellite triangulation days. It is your Link of the Day.

Link of the Day: Picture of My Dad

File Under: Dad; Poetry
Music: Nine Inch Nails "Ghosts I-IV"

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