I slated
I’m so elated
I slated
isolated
Infected Poems
April 27, 2020
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A Single, Short Poem About All of Us
September 3, 2015>
Human beings:
Happy, decaying blobs of quickly putrefying rot
painfully isolated water droplets seeking and fearing merger
self-aware matter freaked out by the obvious
poets
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That’s today’s poem from Daisybrain. Click this daisy to see more Daisybrain:
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Stew’s Last name is Pidd.
March 20, 2014“What would he want, Woody?” asked Owen.
“He would want to call in Collin,” answered Woody.
“Would he, Woody? Would he, really, Woody? Would he?”
“When will you stop, Owen? Oh when, Owen?” pleaded Woody.
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Is That All There Is?
February 6, 2014Oh look – I sing you a little song about life:
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Now, that wasn’t so bad, was it? For more sound and moving pictures, click the flower:
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This is my 2007 thesis for Lesley University's Masters of Education in Curriculum Design, focusing in Conflict Resolution and Peaceable Schools:
Daisybrain 