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souvenir

In 1961, a grade 9 student gave me three blades of grass she had plucked from under the fence at Graceland. (#1029) Continue reading

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those old poems

I went on an armchair trip today, reading some of the poems I posted here a couple of years ago. (#987) Continue reading

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Watching Paul

I watched the video of Paul McCartney playing at City Field, Flushing New York, summer 2009. (#985) Continue reading

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