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Mamacita says: I’ll get around to it. Oh, wait, I’ve got one of those now! <—— 1. I’ve never been to a spa. I have a sort of thing about people touching my feet, and if I got a manicure, … Continue reading
Tag Archives: death
Mean ol’ Miz Roberts, in seventh grade, made us all memorize this poem. I still know it by heart. Thank you, Miz Roberts. This poem refers to World War One soldiers, killed and buried overseas. Their families had no body … Continue reading
Eugene Field (The Children’s Poet) Little Boy Blue The little toy dog is covered with dust, But sturdy and staunch he stands, And the little toy soldier is red with rust, And his musket molds in his hands. Time was … Continue reading
Conrad Aiken Bread and Music Music I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was more than bread. Now that I am without you, all is desolate; All that was once so beautiful is … Continue reading
Mamacita says: Things have been hectic here, more so than usual. I haven’t posted much, and since this blog is as much a part of me as my heart, lungs, big toes, and girlie bits, I feel the lack. Hard. … Continue reading
Mamacita says: 1. Life can really kick you below the belt sometimes. 2. You’re never safe from being surprised ’till you’re dead.* 3. When someone is really, really busy, and isn’t watching the clock, something that should have been done … Continue reading