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	<title>May 2006</title>
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		<title>On Mother's Day    </title>
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		<description>I sit here in his chairCovered in cat hair and tearsWith thanks to arrive overdue

Like all the things never paid meHe stepped inTook my handIn between his gentle fingers

Smiled so warmThe tiny hair on my armSingedEvery old doubt cringed

Where silence echoedNow roars and the gigglesWith the spontaneousDog pile

And embarrassed smilesFrom the lady downstairsThat don't match myEar to ear grin

So I sit here in his chairAnd know the truthThe mother of the man I loveMade him right</description>
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		<title>In the Nick of time   </title>
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		<description>Foolish in my beliefs I reflectedThat I'd met you twelve years lateImagined life in the wasted yearsSometime between then and now

Absolute artistic freedom in fantasyWhere our love spans a decadeGenetic roots forever entwinedTake seed and rupture from the earth

In fascination I observed you closeSaw the wild jump on the trampolineResulting in a six kid, one man pileChildish giggles and your laughter

And in the kitchen making eggsThat stared at him like eyeballsYou knew which one to cut firstWhile you listened to his chatter

I saw us sitting in the living roomFirst in a four person huddleAnd then just ... more  </description>
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