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July 26, 2011

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Love this...wish I had a toolbelt, too.

The fact that you were ineligible for the grant is just more proof of the injustice of denying gays the right to marry.
Congratulations on your nuptials. The top photo reminds me of this poem by May Swenson:

Four-Word Lines

Your eyes are just
like bees, and I
feel like a flower.
Their brown power makes
a breeze go over
my skin. When your
lashes ride down
and rise like brown bees'
legs, you pronged gaze
makes my eyes gauze.
I wish we wer
in some shade and
no swarm of other
eyes to know that
I'm a flower breathing
bare, laid open to
your bees' warm stare.
I'd let you wade
in me and seize
with your eager brown
bees' power a sweet
glistening at my core.

(from Half Sun, Half Sleep by May Swenson. Scribner, 1967)

Bitchin' good! And apt as an apiary is May Swenson's swinging poem. -- DL

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