TBD on Ning
Random Thoughts
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Permalink Reply by Ubu on
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She won't tell. I think it's all made up. I've even tried Demosthenes, Dante, Dabney, and Dimitri. Still nothing.
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Permalink Reply by d's girl on
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oh, Ubu, our lovely Quinn is getting warm.... it's his tbd pseudonym, Q. Good job.
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Permalink Reply by Snagg on
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One of my nicknames is "Big D", but somehow I don't think she's talking about me.
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Permalink Reply by TeeBubbaDee on
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I'll say it again, my name is TeeBubbaDEE.
Damn, I wish I owned a Duacti.
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Since I referenced James Wright's "A Blessing" - one of my favorite poems - I feel compelled to share it here. Yeah, yeah, I know this isn't a poetry group. Too bad, it's Random Thoughts; I'm using artistic license. I'm randomly thinking about this poem. Ducatiman shared it w/me right after we met. And there, Ubu, is your mystery solved. (as if you didn't already know)
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A BLESSING
Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,
Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.
And the eyes of those two Indian ponies
Darken with kindness.
They have come gladly out of the willows
To welcome my friend and me.
We step over the barbed wire into the pasture
Where they have been grazing all day, alone.
They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness
That we have come.
They bow shyly as wet swans. They love each other.
There is no loneliness like theirs.
At home once more,
They begin munching the young tufts of spring in the darkness.
I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms,
For she has walked over to me
And nuzzled my left hand.
She is black and white,
Her mane falls wild on her forehead,
And the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear
That is delicate as the skin over a girl’s wrist.
Suddenly I realize
That if I stepped out of my body I would break
Into blossom.
---James Wright
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