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The Monahans, by T. S. Kerrigan

They chose the countryside
to make their tangled beds,
the lissome girl beneath,
the tousled boy astride.

We�d see them after dark,
her hair of palest oak
espalliered in the grass,
in meadow, field and park.

Until gray-fingered days
brought righteous wind and rain,
no patch of ground was spared
their amorous forays.

Her hair has gone to snow
from shades of palest oak.
For years a vital man,
arthritis brought him low.

Too old for escapades,
they rarely venture out.
How strange that they�d suggest
this latter love is best.

T. S. Kerrigan

[From p. 15 of First Things Number 157, November 2005.]

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Evening Well Spent

02:59:46 :: [personal] :: 99 words

MP: the movie title was wrong
MP: Gentlemen Prefer Brunettes
MP:
JV: HAHA awww
JV: you just got 12 points for that one

My ex returned the SNES and all the game cartridges but not the R/F switch and the power adapter. I didn’t know this till tonight. The fact that I can’t distinguish between malice and ignorance is overshadowed by an overpowering amusement, either way.

Bowser is just before being conquered. Did we really accomplish anything tonight?

Yes. And it has nothing to do with Nintendo.

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