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sometimes we hear nossies in the night out there but its  only the waterheater

footsteps lope away thumping in the dark

Proud to be descended from pond scum

all my neighborhood uses a leafblower on their leaves – its called the wind

‘ll never forget the factory wall falling on fire burnin clear from broad street dragging my dog or my clown up icey crestmont hill before the houses were built the kids wrecking my dam while i writhed with appendicitis looking from the window going to grandmas while the kittens died

the sound of feet in the dark

gallopping in the dark away night

unseen

dug carrotts, split wet oak

gas drillers, animal abusers

ice anns snow ants coffee drinkging cat

the sound of a plate on the table

day drawing shade dark down over snowy day

Frannie thinks I broke the outside

my feet arew cold and its snowing

red-hot glowing nails

Dave Bubeck: “faculty meetings are one of the best reasons not to teach at a university.”

the guy crying on WKBN because of the billboard battle near lIncoln tunnel entrances — he chokes up trying to say the billboard shoukd just have a picture of jesus on them

forgot sandbags

power the grid with eels or terra power

headlights on a snowbank

“vote-related deaths”
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poinsettia took refuge in mmy kitchen for a while
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today: unthawed computer
removed tiny mouse form bathtub
emtied kitty pan
scriubbed stove windwo
fot presents from mailbox
turnerd on water
got out decorations
put away boxes in attic
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Marcellus drilling everywhere – billboardss, newspaper headline by the door of the little store down the highway compressors and generators and drill bits and earthmoving equip to make the roads

I used to rememebr it by a friends sisters name 0 — a woman lying under the eearth how many miles

Shaw Findlay Ohio  – that big bit big as a run round with teeth big as a ….bathtub

Crow on his meat by bthe side of the road  shiny happy crow

I pledge allegiance to the pines and the ground upon which they – we stand
and the crow does too

The Lady of the Ham in IGA   went on so long turning over every ham in t2 3 cases  I was hungry for ham too – I ordered some at the deli and the clerk sighed and swore – she couldnt have been growling at me –I dunno it ois the mahoning valley but i still felt awful for ordering sliced cheap pressed ham

Isiving at the edge the edgee sharp and black living at the edge of the pitof yongstown a blessing

Christmas wash  – just wanta dry mu clothes not buy mning euqipment or run an electricla gnerating equipmreent

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Jan20   20   20

the man and his house – enjoying time spending
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Jan 28
pine newedles in mmy hair
never get tired of taking picture of snowflakes and icesickles and evrgreen trees

the world would run better if run by autistcis peerosns — we need to stop seeing beatuyty & feeling emitions
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JAN 31
cat senses the coming storm
concrete does not even stay where he put it poured so heavy frost would heave it to and fro unstead y earth beneath his feet

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Lyrics to when I die — dead and gone

to “I feel fine Im talking about peace of mind hugging a tree when yo get near it

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And When I die  Blood Sweat & teras
writen by Laura Nyro

I’m not scared of dying
and I don’t really care
if it’s peace you find in dying,
well then, let the time be near

If it’s peace you find in dying,
well then dying time is near
just bundle up my coffin,
’cause it’s
cold way down there,
I hear that it’s
cold way down there, yeah
crazy cold, way down there

And when I die, and when I’m gone
there’ll be, one child born
in this world
to carry on, to carry on

Now troubles are many
there as
deep as a well
I can swear there ain’t no Heaven
but I pray there ain’t no hell
Swear there ain’t no Heaven
and I’ll pray there ain’t no hell
but I’ll never know by livin’
only my dyin’ will tell, yes only my
dyin’ will tell, oh yeah,
Only my dyin’ will tell

And when I die, and when I’m gone
there’ll be, one child born, in this world
to carry on, to carry on
yeah yeah

Give me my freedom
for as long as I be
All I ask of livin’
is to have no chains on me
All I ask of livin’
is to have no chains on me
And all I ask of dyin’ is to
go natrually, only wanna
go naturally
Here I go!
hey hey
Here come the devil
right behind
look out children, here he come
here he come, heyyy

Don’t wanna go by the devil
don’t wanna go by the demon
don’t wanna go by satan
don’t wann die uneasy
just let me go
naturally

And when I die, and when I’m dead
dead and gone
there’ll be
one child born, in our world
to carry on, to carry on

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Makin´ a living the old hard way
Takin´ and giving by day by day
I dig snow and rain and bright sunshine
Draggin´ the line (draggin´ the line)
My dog Sam eats purple flowers
We ain´t got much but what we got´s ours
We dig snow and rain and bright sunshine
Draggin´ the line (draggin´ the line)
Draggin´ the line (draggin´ the line)
I feel fine I´m talkin´ bout peace of mind
I´m gonna take my time I´m gettin´ the good sign
Draggin´ the line (draggin´ the line)
Draggin´ the line (draggin´ the line)
Loving the free and feelin´ spirit
Of huggin´ a tree when you get near it
Diggin´ the snow and rain and bright sunshine
Draggin´ the line (draggin´ the line)
I feel fine I´m talkin´ bout peace of mind
I´m gonna take my time I´m gettin´ the good sign
Draggin´ the line (draggin´ the line)
Draggin´ the line (draggin´ the line)
Draggin´ the line (draggin´ the line).

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Estadio de Chile

Somos cinco mil
en esta pequeña parte de la ciudad.
Somos cinco mil.
¿Cuántos seremos en total
en las ciudades y en todo el país?
Solo aquí,
diez mil manos siembran
y hacen andar las fábricas.
¡Cuánta humanidad
con hambre, frío, pánico, dolor,
presión moral, terror y locura!
Seis de los nuestros se perdieron
en el espacio de las estrellas.
Un muerto, un golpeado como jamás creí
se podría golpear a un ser humano.
Los otros cuatro quisieron quitarse todos los temores,
uno saltó al vacío,
otro golpeándose la cabeza contra el muro,
pero todos con la mirada fija de la muerte.
¡Qué espanto causa el rostro del fascismo!
Llevan a cabo sus planes con precisión artera
Sin importarles nada.
La sangre para ellos son medallas.
La matanza es acto de heroísmo
¿Es este el mundo que creaste, dios mío?
¿Para esto tus siete días de asombro y trabajo?
En estas cuatro murallas solo existe un número
que no progresa,
que lentamente querrá más muerte.
Pero de pronto me golpea la conciencia
y veo esta marea sin latido,
pero con el pulso de las máquinas
y los militares mostrando su rostro de matrona
llena de dulzura.
¿Y México, Cuba y el mundo?
¡Que griten esta ignominia!
Somos diez mil manos menos
que no producen.
¿Cuántos somos en toda la Patria?
La sangre del compañero Presidente
golpea más fuerte que bombas y metrallas
Así golpeará nuestro puño nuevamente
¡Canto que mal me sales
cuando tengo que cantar espanto!
Espanto como el que vivo
como el que muero, espanto.
De verme entre tanto y tantos
momentos del infinito
en que el silencio y el grito
son las metas de este canto.
Lo que veo nunca vi,
lo que he sentido y que siento
hará brotar el momento…

Chile Stadium

We are five thousand/ in this little part of the city./ We are five thousand./ How many more shall we be/ in the cities and in the whole country?/ Just here,/ ten thousand hands seeds/ and make grown the factories./ How much humanity/ with hunger, cold, panic, pain,/ moral presion, terror and madness!/ Six of us get lost/ in the space of the stars./ One dead, one beaten like I never knew/ a human being could be beaten./ The other four wanted to deliver out all their fears,/ one jumped into the void,/ other beating his head against the wall,/ but all of the death’s stare./ What horror causes the fascism’s face!/ They carry on their plannings with wily precision/ caring about nothing./ Blood is medals for them,/ slaughter is an act of heroism./ Is this the world you created, my God?/ For this were your seven days of amaze and work?/ Inside this four walls only exists a number/ that doesn’t progress,/ that slowly shall want more death./ But suddenly my conscience is beating/ and I see this beatless tide,/ but with the pulse of machines/ and the militaries showing their faces like midwifes/ full of sweetness./ And Mexico, Cuba and the world?/ May they shout this ignominy!/ We are ten thousand hands less/ that don’t produce./ How many are we in the whole Fatherland?/ The blood of companion president/ beats stronger than bombs and shrapnel./ So our fist again shall beat./ Song, how badly you come out from me/ when I must to sing about terror!/ A terror like that I am living,/ like that in what I’m dying,/ terror./ Of seeing me among so many and so many/ moments of the infinite/ in which the silence and the scream/ are the goal of this song./ What I’m seeing I’ve never saw,/ what I’ve felt and what I’m feeling/ will make sprout the moment…

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fish jump, kingfisher, low river, cupboard doors open and shut,

raccoon, skunk, porcupine

sleeping on the Cold Hard Ground [insert Waites link]

measuring cup, measuring spoon, a nebula shaped like a butterfly

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  4
  + L speed Manual transmission, Baulk-synchronized with additional compound
  Low-speed traction gear
• water-cooled gasoline
  engine, 2.1 L
  fuel-injected engine, digifant engine management system
• Syncro
  4-wheel-drive, (“all wheel drive”), manually-operated
  locking rear differential (what is this?)
• 14-inch steel
  wheels,
• high ground clearance, skidplates underneath
• Folding rear bench seat/bed
  combination *,
• 2
  rear-facing removable seats **,

grey cloth interior, rear
compartment heater, 18.5 gallon fuel tank.
Power rack & pinion
steering, power front disc/rear drum brakes, independent front
suspension, coil springs & telescopic shock absorbers, front
& rear, double-jointed drive shafts

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The 1991 Volkswagen Vanagon Syncro Minivan I once owned.  
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I was the  original owner (and the legendary "little ol lady", having babied it and rarely took it over 61 mph!) I never had reason to take it "off-roading" — except for the dirt roads that can be seen in some of the photos. Often went on state forest dirt roads for TrailCares (hiking trail maintenance).

• 4 + L speed Manual transmission, Baulk-synchronized with additional compound Low-speed traction gear
• water-cooled gasoline engine, 2.1 L fuel-injected engine, digifant engine management system
• Syncro 4-wheel-drive, ("all wheel drive"), manually-operated locking rear differential (what is this?)
• 14-inch steel wheels,
• high ground clearance, skidplates underneath
• Folding rear bench seat/bed combination *,
• 2 rear-facing removable seats **, grey cloth interior, rear compartment heater, 18.5 gallon fuel tank.
  *Power rack & pinion steering, power front disc/rear drum brakes, independent front suspension, coil springs & telescopic shock absorbers, front & rear, double-jointed drive shafts  

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