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Mother, Paul Harvey and the mop Bucket
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Mother, Paul Harvey and the mop Bucket |
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Daddy Goose38 Member
since 2010-09-04
Posts 430obama's a rice paper tiger |
Mother, Paul Harvey and the mop Bucket I am home again and trapped, like before, And also like before, I am savagely desperate to escape. Who can help me escape? Who can I call? I do nothing, have nothing to look forward to, Just eating and sleeping. It seems I use to live in Colorado. Would a friend or someone believe my bizarre “story?” How I lost my previous life? I would have to call someone who knew me by long distance. I Don’t have a phone and can not hear anymore. Then Mother and Sister, caretakers, return. In desperation, I think of somehow reaching Sunshine, That surely Sunshine would remember how it use to be … She would remember about Pip, about my “boo,” … When I was happy and I felt so free. As I awaken my roommate, who has been waiting, Leads me through the living room. I walk across a wet and dirty carpet to a mop bucket. We pick it up and empty it out the window. The carpet is too caked with mud to vacuum. For It seems that, in all this time, I have done nothing to clean the apartment. My roommate says: everybody has to call their own taxi and then leaves. It vaguely dawns on me I’m supposed to be in school. But I don’t know the way And so will have to call a taxi. I am disoriented in what had once been my apartment. I stumble about huge piles of rubble and debris, Trying to find my furniture and dishes, For without the dishes I can not eat. As I stumble about uselessly, I hear a Paul Harvey talk in progress. I can’t quite hear or understand the words. A couple in Nebraska, he says, Has been wearing matching bands for 70plus years … and good day. Then I start … I thought he was dead. But how could he be dead if I just heard him??? I didn’t know that he could still be heard … Were they playing archival broadcasts? Where on Earth can I hear them again? Or could it just be an actor? I stumble on a familiar chair and on it What appears to be a hamburger And when I bite into the bun it is filled with chocolate filling. Where can get these wonderful pastries? I can not wait to find the dishes So I just eat the chocolate burger. But I’m supposed to be in school And I don’t know the way … Jaime |
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Startime1955 Senior Member
since 2012-04-22
Posts 1072Alberta, Canada |
*sigh* such sadness, my friend...your words flow from the heart...*BIG HUGS* *may our dreams ever be magical* |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Oh Jaime, the dreams you have, so much like my own, and awakening Paul Harvey has you have, while some stations on the radio did bring back his voice, for a day, because it was special to them... so special, they wanted to know what it would cost to bring his utterances back for the young to learn from... you and I, sir, are not young anymore... but we live, and we survive, whether it be in our dreams, or in our every day... Yes, I am here, as much as I can be, but I will always, always be shining on your face! |
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