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michael-erdman
American
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WHEN I WAS JUST A LITTLE BOY I USED TO ASK MY “MUDDA” DON’T GIVE ME PEAS OR BROCOLLI JUST BRING ME PEANUT BUTTA I’D DIP MY FINGER IN THE JAR AND SCOOP IT IN MY MOUTH THEN WAIT FOR ABOUT AN HOUR OR SO, FOR IT TO SLIDE DOWN SOUTH I USEO TO EAT THE KIND CALLED “SMOOTH” BUT QUICKLY SWITCHED TO "CHUNKY" I LIKED THE WAY IT TASTED SORTA GRITTY, KINDA FUNKY SKIPPY, JIFF AND PETER PAN WHERE BRANDS I LIKED THE BEST I’D OFTEN LINE UP ALL THREE JARS AND HAVE A TASTE TEST-FEST BUT CHOOSING BRANDS WAS EASY FOR MY MOM WHO WAS SO WISE SHE’D EYE EACH ONE SO CAREFULLY THEN BUY THE LOWEST “PRICE” YEA, WITH SOME JAM.. ON WONDERBREAD OH WHAT A DELICIOUS TREAT! I REMEMBER ALL THE GOOEY GOODNESS HOW MUCH FUN IT WAS TO EAT BUT NOW I’VE GIVEN UP THAT SNACK MY CHILDHOOD TASTES I’VE TRADED I’M OLDER AND MY PALATE HAS BECOME SOPHISTICATED I NOW EAT FOOD THAT’S LOW IN SALT AND SATURATED FAT BUT WHEN I WANT TO CHEAT A BIT?... “HEY SKIPPY, WHERE YOU AT”!!!!
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Sep 4, 2011
Sep 4, 2011 at 1:05 PM UTC
ODE To P.B.
WHEN I WAS JUST A LITTLE BOY I USED TO ASK MY “MUDDA” DON’T GIVE ME PEAS OR BROCOLLI JUST BRING ME PEANUT BUTTA I’D DIP MY FINGER IN THE JAR AND SCOOP IT IN MY MOUTH THEN WAIT FOR ABOUT AN HOUR OR SO, FOR IT TO SLIDE DOWN SOUTH I USEO TO EAT THE KIND CALLED “SMOOTH” BUT QUICKLY SWITCHED TO "CHUNKY" I LIKED THE WAY IT TASTED SORTA GRITTY, KINDA FUNKY SKIPPY, JIFF AND PETER PAN WHERE BRANDS I LIKED THE BEST I’D OFTEN LINE UP ALL THREE JARS AND HAVE A TASTE TEST-FEST BUT CHOOSING BRANDS WAS EASY FOR MY MOM WHO WAS SO WISE SHE’D EYE EACH ONE SO CAREFULLY THEN BUY THE LOWEST “PRICE” YEA, WITH SOME JAM.. ON WONDERBREAD OH WHAT A DELICIOUS TREAT! I REMEMBER ALL THE GOOEY GOODNESS HOW MUCH FUN IT WAS TO EAT BUT NOW I’VE GIVEN UP THAT SNACK MY CHILDHOOD TASTES I’VE TRADED I’M OLDER AND MY PALATE HAS BECOME SOPHISTICATED I NOW EAT FOOD THAT’S LOW IN SALT AND SATURATED FAT BUT WHEN I WANT TO CHEAT A BIT?... “HEY SKIPPY, WHERE YOU AT”!!!!
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I don’t know when it happened I never saw it coming, taught tanned skin replaced by soft, saggy folds thick dark hair given over to salt and pepper straw bones that could withstand concrete now barely keep me standing I don’t know when it happened and I never saw it coming a sharp mind with impeccable memory now clouded in confusion and daily medications the chest of hair proud like a lion now scarred from surgery strong feet that marched and danced and played now calloused, hard and smelly Hands that threw, and gripped and punched can hardly open a jar without assistance I don’t know when it happened I never saw it coming and the eyes like an eagle that could spot obstacles in the distance now strain to read the paper or recognize a familiar face Ah but the voice remains It sings and prays and laughs still and has power with my children it can still softly supply the sexuality of my intent and argue politics of the insane and misinformed it still speaks of hope and joy and the future I don’t know when it happened and I never saw it coming. I grew old in an instant Michael Erdman May, 2011
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Sep 3, 2011
Sep 3, 2011 at 8:12 AM UTC
Age
I don’t know when it happened I never saw it coming, taught tanned skin replaced by soft, saggy folds thick dark hair given over to salt and pepper straw bones that could withstand concrete now barely keep me standing I don’t know when it happened and I never saw it coming a sharp mind with impeccable memory now clouded in confusion and daily medications the chest of hair proud like a lion now scarred from surgery strong feet that marched and danced and played now calloused, hard and smelly Hands that threw, and gripped and punched can hardly open a jar without assistance I don’t know when it happened I never saw it coming and the eyes like an eagle that could spot obstacles in the distance now strain to read the paper or recognize a familiar face Ah but the voice remains It sings and prays and laughs still and has power with my children it can still softly supply the sexuality of my intent and argue politics of the insane and misinformed it still speaks of hope and joy and the future I don’t know when it happened and I never saw it coming. I grew old in an instant Michael Erdman May, 2011
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