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Small Boys In Maine

Small boys in Maine wear jackets in summer late spring search for bugs and take nature walks digging, turning over logs, sticking to trails ankle deep in freezing water fishing shaking not getting out small boys in Maine love the ride to town in the pickup love the berries and the ice house its cold here all winter, townspeople tell them so could you cant imagine they are thoughtful like the north pole worse the old man growls and poor Santa aint got whisky to make it through ride back bonfire picnic on the beach cold waves running up and down they swoop back for a bite of food we drink coffee watch their childhood hold hands

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Date: 5/29/2011 9:19:00 AM
A lovely poem, Veronica, kind of fuzzy and warm, now regarding your blog, Alone in the World, I echo your feelings, some days I find it very difficult to go to work, I work as a Geriatric nurse and I am so tired of illness, old age and death, but the job pays well, so I stay.. trapped, waiting for days off, to be alive and seek some beauty in the world~~
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Date: 5/26/2011 8:21:00 AM
A well painted scenario with just the right touches...the small boys will surely recall these Maine summers all through life, as will the hand-holding coffee drinkers who watch them...very, very nice.
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