the woodsly goodness got leafy as heck whle i was gone.
everything's all springly and sprightly and kind of spiffy.
dogwood blossoms are unfurling in the front yard,
native new hampshire columbine is flowering in the back.
the road is no longer visible through the screen of new
lime-colored fronds and buds and panels.
and the pick-'em-up trucks are red-neckin' it all over town.
...they don't have that in minneapolis, y'all.
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i took the long way home when i landed, yesterday.
through the mountains,
over the mountains,
under the mountains,
and across the valley.
so good.
i felt as though i needed a little 'gettin' reacquainted' time
with these righteous rural peaks and creeks.
it's cool,
i'm right back on it, now.
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plus,
my wifely hottness got me a turbo-sexy bench while i was gone.
actually,
there're two benches that weren't here when i left,
but only one is for me exclusively.
nice.
seriously,
i gotta get mushy for a minute...
there's no place like home, when that's where your heart is.
y'know,
here with her, an' that.
awwwwwwwwww.
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yessir,
that's a luchador mascara.
lucha libre, suckas.
and as you can plainly see,
that maize is behind a mutha-F*er.
y'know why?
yep.
get that corn outta my face!
that's how we doo-doo that all-saint's day commemorative sh!t.
shawn hebrank, kids.
not just my friend, but also my compatriot.
worthy warrior poets hang out.
word up.
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so i'm back to the future.
sixty minutes ahead of where i was.
time travel like a mutha-ucka.
by the time that you get where i'm standin',
i'll be gone.
i make moves,
but y'all just move on;
never quiet, never soft.....
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