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December
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- Lesson plans: tight script every day.
- I'm so cold I could cry.
- Snow, more snow, still more snow.
- Life is a cabaret, old chum.
- Winter rain. All is gray today.
- It's ten o'clock. I'm midnight exhausted.
- Dancing with daughter in unforseen snowstorm.
- What a strange flu I have!
- Camden: the nation's most violent city.
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November
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- Only Wednesday. Feels like Friday. ZZZZZZZZ.
- I'm caring for Santa Claus's kittens.
- Must grade papers. Lunch first, though.
- Nor'easter is moving in. Hunker down.
- I hope Corky feels better soon.
- Tired. So tired. Very, very tired.
- Daughters are making a film downstairs.
- Worried. Scared. No way to live.
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October
(11)
- Leaves turn. So does the wheel.
- Lavannah's saffron incense rocks my world.
- Wanted: missing science packet. Huge reward.
- They name bridges after famous people.
- My, what strange weather we're having!
- Girl with food shouts at seagulls.
- Why are they bombing the Moon?
- Silver moonlight on grass, before dawn.
- Confessions of a Pagan Soccer Mom.
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December
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About Me
- Anne Johnson
- Anne Johnson is my real name. I keep a pet parrot, but only because it is illegal to domesticate turkey vultures.
3 comments:
One, two, three, four . . . too late!
Because in life, timing is everything.
or in my case..one million
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