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Daily Archives: February 27, 2003
The Underground
So I guess it would be something complex, with a different perspective and view, more than just a reaction or reflex, some knee-jerk response that simply brings you back to the same old emotional edge, feeding on yesterday’s angst and … Continue reading
Early Childhood Development
Well, you are going to grow up someday, so there are a few things you need to learn: why free love has a price most cannot pay, why it is more work to plant than to burn, why the world … Continue reading
The Neighborhood
There used to be a family-owned store right there, on the corner where the bus stops; and when I was a kid, they sold much more than bubble-gum, candy and lollipops. It was like stepping into a dreamscape each time … Continue reading
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Tagged daily poems, eulogies, Fred Rogers, Mister Roger's Neighborhood
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