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This is a lovely poem.  Enjoy!

The Promise

By Jane Hirshfield

Stay, I said

to the cut flowers.

They bowed

their heads lower.

Stay, I said to the spider,

who fled.

Stay, leaf.

It reddened,

embarrassed for me and itself.

Stay, I said to my body.

It sat as a dog does,

obedient for a moment,

soon starting to tremble.

Stay, to the earth

of riverine valley meadows,

of fossiled escarpments,

of limestone and sandstone.

It looked back

with a changing expression, in silence.

Stay, I said to my loves.

Each answered,

Always.

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RIVER

It's coming on Christmas They're cutting down trees They're putting up reindeer And singing songs of joy and peace Oh I wish I had a river I could skate away on

But it don't snow here It stays pretty green I'm going to make a lot of money Then I'm going to quit this crazy scene Oh I wish I had a river I could skate away on

I wish I had a river so long I would teach my feet to fly I wish I had a river I could skate away on I made my baby cry

He tried hard to help me You know, he put me at ease And he loved me so naughty Made me weak in the knees Oh, I wish I had a river I could skate away on

I'm so hard to handle I'm selfish and I'm sad Now I've gone and lost the best baby That I ever had I wish I had a river I could skate away on

Oh, I wish I had a river so long I would teach my feet to fly I wish I had a river I could skate away on I made my baby say goodbye

It's coming on Christmas They're cutting down trees They're putting up reindeer And singing songs of joy and peace I wish I had a river I could skate away on

-Joni Mitchell

One of my fave Christmas songs.  Never really realized how good it was till recently.  That's the fresh perspective...

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Today is the last day for mustaches!  Today is the lat day of Movember!  We bid you adieu and send you off with this poem!

My Mustache

My mustache is so full So graceful So thick and vivid It has no rival No one else to compare In the winter It’s as black as night And in the summer sun It shines like gold It cheers me up When I am down Saying, “Hey buddy how are you” It will always be my friend My loyal companion Forever by my side Or should I say Above my lip

Miguel Sanchez

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Cold, colder, coldest.

We're practically flirting with her, trying not to let her win.  Trying not to let her win by wearing your light jacket or skipping out on a scarf/toque/gloves?  Pretending not to feel her when you go out first thing in the morning.  She's there, she's already waiting.

We play this game every year.  I know my part well.  It starts with denial.  I pretend she's not coming (I know she'll come, but I still play).  Then I say, "Not yet, I'm not ready for you yet.  Just wait!" (at this point, I know it's all for naught, but I still play).

Then before I know it, we're together and it feels like it'll never end.  It feels like an eternity when the snow falls and all the temperatures drop.  It feels so intense when you're standing there in her presence and you feel your warm parts slowly cooling off.  In that moment I feel the utmost respect for her and realize that she is very serious.

She is so serious she makes me reach for scarf/toque/gloves.  She makes we want to put on the thickest sweater and then curl into a blanket, next to a fire.  She makes we want to be close to others.  She makes me want hot, warm and comforting things.  She makes me love Christmas and winter wonderlands.

As much as we fight, we both need each other.  We need each other to play our parts properly.

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Food for thought

The Perfect Husband

by Ogden Nash

He tells you when you've got on too much lipstick And helps you with your girdle when your hips stick.

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What's Going On

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  Mother, mother There's too many of you crying Brother, brother, brother There's far too many of you dying You know we've got to find a way To bring some lovin' here today - Ya

Father, father We don't need to escalate You see, war is not the answer For only love can conquer hate You know we've got to find a way To bring some lovin' here today

Picket lines and picket signs Don't punish me with brutality Talk to me, so you can see Oh, what's going on What's going on Ya, what's going on Ah, what's going on

In the mean time Right on, baby Right on Right on

Father, father, everybody thinks we're wrong Oh, but who are they to judge us Simply because our hair is long Oh, you know we've got to find a way To bring some understanding here today Oh

Picket lines and picket signs Don't punish me with brutality Talk to me So you can see What's going on Ya, what's going on Tell me what's going on I'll tell you what's going on - Uh Right on baby Right on baby

-Marvin Gaye

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