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"hendersons" poems
mr moonlight mr nowhere maxwell edison mr jones dr robert sgt pepper mr kite, bb king edgar allen poe walter raleigh mat busby the hendersons and maggie mae mr mustard captain marvel rita lucy jojo vera chuck and dave mother nature polethene pam mr heath doris day and buffalo bill loretta martin **** sadie hey jude eggman my michelle rigby and pilchard or elenor and semolina took father mckenzie too see a dancing horse henry his name was rocky raccoon was there prudence rode elephant to the i me mine waltz --- There gonna crucify me the way things go christ it aint easy the next day dont know you know the walrus was paul man johns bird can sing george was a genie ringo wore a ring but paul is dead now george stole his soul john is alive though ringos in a hole her royal highness the tax man commit the perfect crime she asked for more with a belly full of wine
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Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 12:13 PM UTC
Beetles
We spent a day in space because the Hendersons did it last month, and the Jeffreys the week before that. It was all they talked about at dinner and their eyes sparkled in a way I hadn't seen before. You can pack light. It's only a day, after all. Maria and the kids were nervous but I told them not to worry, just to concentrate on the in-flight movie. The kid in the seat behind kept kicking my chair, which was annoying. To be honest it was just like a normal flight at first, out the window gazing at the other shuttles coming home, pressed into your seat by the g-force. But then you break through the ionosphere and you're weightless. It's quite cool. Jessica got some good pictures of Earth. I was looking at the floating stewardess, mostly. It's one of those things, though - you can't really appreciate it when it's happening. You have to look back on it. I'm pretty sure the grandeur, the magnificence of human ingenuity and the joy of returning to Mother Earth's comforting embrace Will hit me any day now. Excuse me, my phone's ringing.
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Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 6:37 AM UTC
A Day in Space
The sun set sadly on the settled window frame speaking with the new dew soon to form. the sweet singing voices rose from the garden where you bathed with your sister while your mother and father drank cherry flavored wine on the porch in the melting sun. when the stars began to rain you felt something new staring up where the sun is commonplace you felt little better than you did moments ago. but when your sister, hand on your spine, whispered in your ear, your hair stood up, and your mother, and your father, waved goodbye to the Hendersons going to Florida for the weekend.
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Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 3:41 AM UTC
The Subtleness of the Cosmic Latte
Now and again, I think about our goodbyes and am glad. They were set to the tune of deep gratitude and tearful laughter, and the strong promise of once again.
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Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 10:41 PM UTC
The Hendersons