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Mother's day
is the day you thank your mother for pushing you out of her vagina by
taking her out for a plate of pancakes."- Saturday night live At the java once again. It's mother's day, going over to mom's in the afternoon. I have two cards for her. A funny card... and a card that will make her cry. I am treating her to a pedicure at the salon. I feel very lucky to have her still around. It' was nice to be able to tap out a couple new poems this last week. I really was trying to forget that I even write. I pretty much had. I realized this most when my clients would ask me how my poetry is going and it would take a second to register because poetry just didn't ring a bell. This is the cycle for me. It always feels good when I come back to home plate. I just like knowing it's there if I ever decide that there is nothing for me, but then what would I write about? There is a possibility that I will be meeting a old friend here today. I have only met him once before about 3 years ago. Recently I hadn't talked to him in about a year and bumped into him once again when I logged on to my old yahoo messenger account. Go figure I can't remember what my present account password is and so I have given up and have probably lost a few new contacts in the meantime. But a few old ones reconnected. Oh, and here he is..
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