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When he’s gone, I can hear myself think, and there’s some scary #$)@ in there

Posted on July 18, 2012 by Jeannine Bergers Everett

The house is quiet

Honestly, it creeps me out

Enjoy it while it lasts

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About Jeannine Bergers Everett

Writer, musician and Red Sox fan. Escaped prisoner of corporate life finding new my new purpose mid life, starting with happily blogging essays and poetry at Mobyjoecafe and Momaiku. Known for humorous but philosophical take on parenting and life's other absurdities. Lover of french food and african dance. Just finished first novel and hoping for the best.

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