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My father had on his white collar My sister, his daughter, remained still He said her soul was in heaven now Her body lay in a closed casket
There were nine pink roses by her head She was much too anxious for this world Her mother said she was born for God She was born and lost in nine days time
There was no music for this service Just the deep sound of my father's voice The will of God was mysterious His eyes were fixed on a blade of grass
His arms shook as he gave the blessing The congregation shuffled away The casket was lowered and he

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22. Mother NatureTo my beautiful mother- If you are mother of all, why do you hate us men so? You kill us with the seasons, freezing us in the winter and burning our flesh with heat. You sic the monsters on us with sharp teeth in the jungle and small diseased vampires. Even in the air we breath the pestilence pursues us. We were told that you were ours to decimate and scavenge. It was said that men were made to work you like a cheap slave. Perhaps men are the disease and you are expelling us as men expel their vomit. You have disowned your children &nbs 22. Mother Nature
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21. VacationToday, I spent sixty minutes shirtless lying in the sun.
It was on the west bank of the Upper Iowa River.
Then, I stood in the midst of it and was almost carried off.
My head was sweating from the radiating heat of the day.
My feet were becoming numb from the hard freeze of the river.
My mind sang out to me. We had found paradise together. 21. Vacation
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A Potato is Put to Rest

Tue Apr 28, 2009, 1:38 PM

Mood: Wow!
Listening to: Billion Dollar Babies - Alice Cooper
Reading: Breakfast of Champions - Kurt Vonnegut

Funeral potato is complete and ready to be submitted in it's whole form. Shortly, I will be moving it's individual parts into my scraps and submitting the final draft as a single deviation. I feel a few key edits are necessary, and I want the work to exist as a whole. Thank you for your continued attention. Now, it's back to the grindstone.

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I only dreamed that I lived in a drum.

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Current Residence: Luther College in Decorah IA
deviantWEAR sizing preference: Medium
Print preference: Anything Free, I'll take it.
Interests: Music, Old Movies, Baseball, History
Favourite movie: Anything with Cary Grant, or Gene Kelly
Favourite band or musician: Pink Floyd
Favourite genre of music: Progressive Rock
Favourite artist: Monet
Favourite poet or writer: John Steinbeck
Favourite photographer: Walter Wick, the I SPY guy
Favourite style of art: Fixed Poetry
Operating System: Windows Vista
MP3 player of choice: ITunes. Wonderful stuff.
Shell of choice: Conch. Oceans are wonderful storytellers.
Wallpaper of choice: Whatever deafens the wall's ears
Skin of choice: Thick, calloused, tough
Favourite game: Euchre
Favourite gaming platform: Card table, full of friends.
Favourite cartoon character: Bugs Bunny
Personal Quote: Because I tell you to. - Alfred Hitchcock
Tools of the Trade: Tuba, lots of pens, wide ruled paper, many books, a wooden bat, and my senses

Website: http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1149060028
Email: rittan01@luther.edu
AIM: Frogmarcher07

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=oldest-boy

Apr 1, 2009, 5:06:51 PM

kill the poets.

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just like yesterday.

~DivisionBell07

Apr 1, 2009, 7:23:07 PM

You can try, but that will only create more of us. We're like earthworms. If you chop us in half, you'll only create more of us. Thanks for your concern!

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"To hold a pen is to be at war" - Voltaire
"Love with care, then what you will, do." - St. Augustine
Division Bell - You will not unring me.
Je suis Martin Guerre!

=oldest-boy

Apr 1, 2009, 8:17:01 PM

god bless.

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just like yesterday.

*ForgetfulRainn

Mar 10, 2009, 7:51:36 AM

Thank you for another fav!

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~DivisionBell07

Mar 10, 2009, 9:01:40 AM

Thank you for your wonderful art and for your continuing visits!

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"To hold a pen is to be at war" - Voltaire
"Love with care, then what you will, do." - St. Augustine
Division Bell - You will not unring me.
Je suis Martin Guerre!