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Memories of Opryland and Living in the Now as a Kid

It occurs to me Opryland made me live in the now. Non-Nashvillians won’t really get this, but perhaps you have a theme park or someplace you’ve always gone to forget about whatever bothers you about your past or worries you about your future. They paved it and built a shopping mall. But it’s pretty funny.…
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Helping Hands

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I Wrote This Poem on Twitter then retracted it
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Greed, a Sonnet
There’s something creeping through the town tonight A presence that is alien to me. Alive or dead, It causes such a fright. And leaves one thinking existentially. A possessive demon capturing the hearts And lungs and penetrating to the minds. A demon that seems engineered to start To maim or kill or elsehow leave you…
