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Children, behave,
netskyIam

and please
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permit me to recall for you
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"Bird Brain Brown", our fifth grade
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English teacher, 1965
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from my annuated case.
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She was sixty-five, herself.
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She was a case, too, our Miss Brown
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who would try to manage jeering
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birding boys who spotted her
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draggled sparrow
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that she was, Miss Brown
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by her nature, an 'unflown'
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chiding us in pipsqueak.
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This is not made up:
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"Children, behave!  
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You should know
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excitement
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races on your hearts.  
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Heartbeats are premeasured;
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you have one allotment for your life.
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If you race your hearts unruly
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you will use up all your beats.
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You will then die all too young."
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We peered at wizened Birdbrain Brown.
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We laughed louder. We weren't buying.  
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Were it true, and hell, and who...
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do you want to get all-old like her?
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We boys figured there and then:
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better to live fast.  Die
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hung.
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No doubt shrinking Bird Brain Brown
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inspired many boys and girls
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to roar up, hairy armpit bikers
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to sleep as heroin drug addicts
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or thrill-seek lives as pigeons'
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killers
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nihilistic bent.
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~
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The point of this didactic is....
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Children!  I am teaching you
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by proxy for dead Bird Brain Brown:
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The fingers, they have not so much
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flesh upon the fingertips
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wearing sure as life away
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these fatty padlets. Then
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our digits sharply sprout
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raw and decomposing bone.
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It is painful and necrotic.
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Fingers have, oh, just so-many
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taps built-in; you should not type
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off tips condemning
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oddities.
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Use your nose instead
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to sniff a packet of Kool-Aid
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and hoist a cup of childish
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sweet
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for memories of tiny sorts
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who taught you well just how to lie
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still
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with quiet heart and straightened face.
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You may go now.  Class dismissed.
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Please know we meant you well.
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7 Nov 06


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Thoughtful and funny, a poem to settle into, not much of a crit, but i do like this poem
 — unknown

Thank you--I hope it 'works'.  
A gentle, humorous, sad and true life poem is what it aims to be.  
Here's my reading-aloud for you.  
Thanks,
Reid

http://tinyurl.com/yakutm
 — netskyIam

L51- "CRASH!  OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH, YEAH!"
 — chuckles

Netters, by the tme of full recognition, you will be long gone, but that is always the way of things.
Padlets! such a good word.
 — unknown

I am glad you delight for "padlets".

Yes, this is my postmortem of myself;
an epitaph.  By speaking to the future,
we poets recognize our ends, and
may extend our once-live voices into the future--
to seed a bit of kindness in young savages such as
I was myself when young,
immortal.

thanky X,
r.
 — netskyIam

haha, your life stories are very amusing,
again, your style of "telling" is tantalizing.
By the way, your comment number reached 666 tonight!
also, i saw yer pics...when you were 34, you looked all but 17!
See ya Reid,
Jen
 — jenakajoffer

You suck.
 — unknown

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