Wordgrove Post & Review

Quoted in the Grove:
Children are the hands by which we take hold of heaven.
~Henry Ward Beecher

Children are unpredictable. You never know what inconsistency they are going to catch you in next.
~Henry Ward Beecher

The dog was created specially for children. He is a god of frolic.
~Henry Ward Beecher

There is no slave out of heaven like a loving woman; and, of all loving women, there is no such slave as a mother.
~Henry Ward Beecher

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Posted from the Grove:

~Greenie: DREAMING with DJ DreamZ
Sun – Fri: 7-10am PT / 10am-1pm ET)
Sat: 1-4pm PT / 4-7pm ET
RCZ Radio – http://rczradio.com

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For those suffering from the blight of heat, the following quote:

The heat! It comes round corners at you like an animal with windmill arms. As I enter my bedroom, it stuns, thuds, throttles, spins me round by my soaking hair, lays me flat as a mat and bat-blind on my boiled and steaming bed. Cold beer is bottled God.
~Dylan Thomas

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Platform Favorites:
From song title as a philosophy and mantra, to song video as a sumptuous nightmare

~MisterWives: Coloring Outside the Lines
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tgT30p9psWs

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~Tool: Forty Six & 2   (6:03)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f8aT9oRp95A

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Tree of Life

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Prewritten for  Thurs (06/01) @6pm PT/9 ET is: corkscrew, nursery

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@Writers Platform:

Glass Table:

~Piffin: “Reunion”

Family reunion
Every ten years
A whole lot of bullshit
And a whole lot of beers
You get there on time
And you do what you can
To make everybody present
Feel like part of a clan
Family reunion
I go through the door
And I get me a drink
And I work me the floor
I kiss me a cousin
I duck me an aunt
I dance me a Grandpa
With the memory of a plant
The whole event went fine
Was a day we’d all forget
Sneaking often to the parking lot
Dry heaves and cigarette
Then, Grandma took her teeth out
Everything went wrong
As she danced like a sheet
To a country song
Grandma took her teeth out
Nobody cared
Well, we kinda sorta did
But nobody dared
To interrupt the flow
Of the freak on the floor
As she shook and she shimmied
And we called for more
And she broke some tables
And she broke some chairs
And she broke some people
Who were hiding downstairs
The youngins who remember
Tell the story to this day
Of the terror and the trauma
And the great buffet
When Grandma took her teeth out
Yeah
Grandma took her teeth out

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Prewritten: marriage, Dixie cup

~Piffin: “Dixie Belle”
(to the tune of “Dixie”)

I grew up North, above the land of cotton
Motown Soul meets Johnny Rotten
Look my way
Look my way
Look my way, Dixie Belle

Dixie, cup my breast and kiss my tulip
Peach-sweet breath meets sugar julep
S’il vous plaît
S’il vous plaît
S’il vous plaît, Dixie Belle

The moon is full, my Dixie
Come play
Come play
The moon is full
I can feel the pull
On the waves of the Poughkeepsie
Come lay
Come lay
Come lay with me, sweet Dixie

Blue & Gray, we’ll have a shotgun marriage
Sour mash and horse drawn carriage
Ride away
Ride away
Ride away, Dixie Belle

The moon is red, my Dixie
Make hay
Make hay
The moon is red
As a rose-strewn bed
You sultry Southern pixie
Come lay
Come lay
Come lay with me, sweet Dixie
Come lay
Come lay
Come lay with me, dear Dixie

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~Greymane: The Brush Off

Mary bought a toothbrush and she placed it in the cup
He stood so proud and tall in his new home
He looked about the neighborhood and vowed to shake it up
when he saw the smug reaction of her comb

The comb had been the boss of things since Mary cut her hair
Proclaiming he would wed the makeup brush
but she harbored lustful longings for a man in dental care
The last brush met his maker with a flush

Despite demands for marriage she refused to be his bride
She preferred to let emotions choose her groom
All his vain advances she repeatedly denied
Always hiding in her tray with the perfume

The comb had seen her flutter when the toothbrush asked her out
and he swore he would eliminate the threat
His bad intentions evident and leaving little doubt
All the toiletries becoming quite upset

The toothbrush weighed his options with his friend the bathroom scale
and they bonded over shots of warm shampoo
The loofah in the shower ran to tell the comb the tale
The way the sly colluding loofah do

He planned his move for power to become the bathroom boss
and he paid the razor well to back him up
They wrapped the comb in tissue and they tied him up in floss
and they put him in a crumpled Dixie cup

They dropped him in the bathtub and they opened up the drain
encouraging a lengthy trip to sea
The loofah tried to save him with the stopper and it’s chain
but ended up a spongy amputee

Mary hearing voices from her bedroom down the hall
cautiously approaching to explore
Quite sure she heard rejoicing or a rowdy drunken brawl
but only silence lay behind the bathroom door

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~BarTalk: The Wedding Ku’bed

 

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Impromptu: none this week

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