Wildwood Press

Have you ever wondered where time has gone, When it’s used up by you and by me? Well, it travels through space to a wonderful place, A place that you simply can’t see. Here it feeds through equipment that’s quite long and quite lean, A recycling contraption called The Memory Machine. It has gadgets and [...]

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Moths darting overhead, fluttering in the light. Crickets chirping in the field. Frogs croaking out of sight. Lightning bugs flash in and out of bushes, grass, and weeds. A velvet sky holds stars that glow like glistening glimmering beads. There you would find us, Nancy and me, Sitting on the corner curb next to the [...]

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Tootsie was a very very small honey-colored dog. She was the tiniest Shetland Sheepdog that her family had ever adopted. She was so small that her family often could not even find her. But the trouble with Tootsie wasn’t so much that she was so small. No, the trouble with Tootsie was that she liked [...]

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When you were a child, in thoughts sweet and wild, did you wish you could visit a zoo and take home a camel, or any such mammal, to live forever with you? Did you dream with rapture of the day you might capture a lion, tiger, or bear, a kind furry beast who’d join in [...]

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