a little hooptedoodle: 21 years

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

21 years

21 years ago you left
I still feel you near me
but the hurt and missing are sharp today
no one will ever take your place
I miss you mom

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about that hooptedoodle

"Sometimes I want a book to break loose with a bunch of hooptedoodle. The guy's writing it, give him a chance to do a little hooptedoodle. Spin up some pretty words maybe, or sing a little song with language. That's nice. But I wish it was set aside so I don't have to read it. I don't want hooptedoodle to get mixed up in the story. So if the guy that's writing it wants hooptedoodle, he ought to put it right at first. Then I can skip it if I want to, or maybe even go back to it after I know how the story came out."

~ Mack
Sweet Thursday ~ John Steinbeck

So Mack. You have been forewarned. This is my life ... full of hooptedoodle mixed up in the story.

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

21 years

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