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Saturday, December 28th, 2013The tiny house had
a tiny kitchen and a
tiny bed crammed in.
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The tiny house had
a tiny kitchen and a
tiny bed crammed in.
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Bills unpaid. Laundry
piling up. Children without shots.
But the house was clean.
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The bedraggled gent
huddled quietly on a
hard chair for the night.
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Shreds of gift wrapping
flew everywhere in a blur
of children and toys.
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The carolers made
a noise that charitably
could be called “joyous.”
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What wretched deal did
we strike with Mother Nature
for winter heat wave?
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Thumping bass keeps the
dog up, the baby crying
and us complaining.
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The children ran far
ahead, despite the brisk air.
The trail pulled them in.
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Some can’t live without
attention. The worst deny
their narcissism.
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The early riser
needed no clanging alarm
to greet the pale dawn.
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They awoke in the
dark to find a home without
walls, souls without limbs.
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All the charm of a
third grader shines through with a
dull wit and tired line.
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They will argue, whine,
insult, yell, huff, puff and sulk,
but never be right.
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A screenplay needs time
to work in the kinks and find
its awkward, dull voice.
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