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Thinking about Gabbard in general, my animal instinct is to flatten my ears against my head, roll my eyes up till the whites show, bare my teeth, and trill like a cicada stuck in a Commodore 64.

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Started by the dreadful hours, July 20, 2009, 08:45:26 PM

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the dreadful hours

i recall
sitting on the floor
in the middle of the kitchen
pots and pans everywhere
wooden spoons and rolling pins
mother standing near
with affectionate approval
amidst the childish cacophany
the joy to bash and clang

and now

those days are but splinters and rust