You still love rock and roll

It's the forseeable last of this fool's spring that has fallen about us here like a woman's hair. Tonight is the last of it. Outside the air holds onto the mist and the warmth. Tomorrow it'll be thirty degrees cooler than it has been. I've been spoiled like a child.

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Both of my poems are about breasts. But not really. Now you know you want to read for sure. ;)

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Received a cd today from Wendy! Very cool. And a card from Erica Bernheim in cold, cold Chicago. It has frogs in swim trunks singing. The card, not Chicago.

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Allison Krauss is playing right down the street from me tonight. I should try to sneak in. I did once. My senior prom night. My date and I left because, well, the theme was "Everything I Do I Do It For You," and isn't that reason enough? So we wandered around downtown till we came to the Memorial Auditorium where some kind of concert was taking place. We were by a side entrance when a man came out. I asked him to hold the door for us and he was only too happy to do so. We followed the meandering hallway until we came out backstage. It was a gospel concert. Musicians in suits stood around us and smiled at us. A giant man held his tiny wife in his arms, seated on his lap. She said we looked so pretty and we thanked her. We stayed and watched each group play, bluegrass, banjos, filled up with God. That was my prom night.