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i sit across a redwood familiar strangers who hear themselves asking how i am but never hear me answering i sit behind a redwood tip tapping feet in the shadow they want to tip tap on out i sit beside redwoods others with their own familiar strangers who hear themselves asking how they are but never hear them answering strange how we bond over the fact that no one is bonding happy thanksgiving to my unfamiliar kin here’s to another year of never being thankful until we feel guilty about it.
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Nov 24, 2017
Nov 24, 2017 at 6:07 PM UTC
we do an awful lot of complaining, don’t we?
i sit across a redwood familiar strangers who hear themselves asking how i am but never hear me answering i sit behind a redwood tip tapping feet in the shadow they want to tip tap on out i sit beside redwoods others with their own familiar strangers who hear themselves asking how they are but never hear them answering strange how we bond over the fact that no one is bonding happy thanksgiving to my unfamiliar kin here’s to another year of never being thankful until we feel guilty about it.
the day after thanksgiving and no one is really thankful anymore. my mother likes to complain, and i suppose i do too.
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Nov 24, 2017
Nov 24, 2017 at 6:07 PM UTC
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