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move your feet when you pray, child

I just realized I need to run.

Or swing dance.

Either will do as long as I do it to the point past exhaustion.

3 Comments

  1. Ginger Ginger
    March 7, 2008    

    you can come over and use my treadmill…it’s quite helpful.

  2. Chucka Stone Designs Chucka Stone Designs
    March 7, 2008    

    Were you a fan of Friends? If so remember the one where Pheobe & Rachel go jogging in the park & Phoebe runs like a 3 year old all flailing about? Get out there & let your inner 3 year old out girl 🙂 Or get over to Ginger’s & jump on the treadmill…either is great for pent up frustration!

  3. artjewl artjewl
    March 7, 2008    

    I might just have to stop by your place, ginger. It’s kinda yucky here today, “passively” raining, so I’d rather not go nuts in that…

    Jenn, yeah, I remember that … Maybe, if it clears up soon enough, I round up the boys and we can go wild at the park or something.

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torch bearing quietly

I will not act out, will not
yell or curse or slam doors,
will not make a scene -- you
do not deserve such a chance
to make an example out of me
to be proven right since you
are not. Instead, I'll stand
at this street corner, raise
my hand high and clench that
light which yet remains. It
will burn brightly, quietly,
fiercely before fading as I.

Then I'll be gone but found.

©JAC 2005

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