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Lost From Sung Lips)

Your e-mail engraves a smile while opening its contents. I wanted to reply, to share a thought, but my daughter reminds me during that curiosity, an obligation to buy new shoes. Being careful not to lose this thought in the pocket where I found my keys, I placed it with a melody, a familiar whistle on tongue tip. She with I weave like a zipper into traffic talk about school, friends, photographs we found ourselves still framed on 6th and G. Placing her hand in mine with careful grip, she stops in time to save a purple flower called moment- forged loneliness- alone in the parched concrete seam. Placed it in my shirt. Seemingly protected by a giggle she looks for shoes; She is only thirteen, tomorrow she will be sixteen maybe laying in her bed with a realized pain of the first kiss placed with ruse. Not today. Today, we drove home foolishly to the radio, as your thought is misplaced from absentminded lips. We pull into the driveway. She kisses my cheek within a single brush stoke of innocence; suddenly redandblue skyandsun understand the simplicity of the single purple flower (that replaced your reply,

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Date: 6/20/2009 12:40:00 PM
a lovely walk......thank you. Light & Love
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Date: 5/19/2009 9:29:00 PM
This is very sweet, and I am sure there is no greater joy in hearing Daddy.
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Date: 5/11/2009 8:09:00 PM
The way you narrated a day in your life with such a poetic flow and train of thought is classic Jason. Taking a moment that kicks you in the chest with love and pride...this is a great piece of writing!! I don't think I've read anything of yours that doesn't raise an eyebrow-come to think of it! Keep the pen in motion brother!! Steve
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Date: 5/6/2009 4:37:00 PM
being a Dad is nice! The love of a child is so preciuos! Light & Love
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Date: 5/6/2009 4:03:00 PM
Brother you are simply a brilliant writer.. this really brought me home to my own daughter...I read this and was just blown away by the way it is written..such intelligence and thought....the fourth verse speaks volume..and the title..well..it is a winner...
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