The crown of a suburban king hangs heavy on my head, and insolence is the fruit of my garden.
copyright@2006 Jeff Beddow
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- My theory is that the minimalist art movement bega...
- I am glad for this excess and wanton green. It co...
- I am glad for this excess and wanton green. It co...
- The crown of a suburban king hangs heavy on my hea...
- The crown of a suburban king hangs heavy on my hea...
- The decay of my eaves is an object lesson in time,...
- The decay of my eaves is an object lesson in time,...
- This is my window. If it were your window, you wo...
- This is my window. If it were your window, you wo...
- This tree: it cannot make up its mind what directi...
- This tree: it cannot make up its mind what directi...
- Sometimes our backyard pictures look like evidence...
- Sometimes our backyard pictures look like evidence...
- This is the second year we have planted basketball...
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- Sara has discovered flight. It is like being born...
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