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• Friday, December 5, 2008 02:09 AM

  Like As Not. by Paul Hunter. (If ya can't sleep? type.)

  Like As Not.

  No matter what the young ones craved in nightly prayers might blurt out couldn't help themselves

  squander the dime in their pockets fling up the whole silver moon.

  begging parents for the bike dollhouse radio electric train roller-skates

  mickey mouse watch bb gun the response would come as half a promise never more

  once crops are in once we know where we stand we'll see some harvest time so fall that

  bright red tractor first appeared when the season was passed needing one when the money

  stood proud in our hand fall was when the old folks took that train trip way down south

  came home with nervous grin some souvenir they bought a little something to show for

  the parlor they didn't smoke in that ashtray of the town of New Orleans some chicory

  a fancy pair of spoons worrying did not leave enough to buy us Christmas presents

  but mostly we'd make do with hand-me-down with nothing much more-bought although every thirty-four years might come this wave of desire long denied when we'd happen into some money when the caves stayed healthy the crop caught the rain just right hit the market climbing not a drop when all might approach the full table share a little more than what was strictly good for them that chocolate mint ice cream pie we bought at a sitting polished off with ginger snaps and orange pop knowing full well by morning everyone might suffer like as not.-Paul Hunter.

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  I had two slices of pizza pie.

  That is why I suffering now?

  My daughter-in-law cooks.

  I feel like some ice cream.

  This is 'off-topic' cranky.

  Cranky Rot Pie. I tease.

  I ate homemade pizza.

  The poodle had crusts.

  A Black Poodle Ballet.

  Maybe today a-okay.

  —GoodCelery! Read GoodCelery!'s other letters
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