Deadly Ivy     |   home Story(s)   |   Etc(s).   |   Poem(s)   |   novel   |   essay Etc(s). Don't know what to put here, but know that I love the words et cetera. This is something that I think is really funny that you can read though: my sweet old etcetera      aunt lucy during the recent      war could and what      is more did tell you just      what everybody was fighting      for,      my sister      isabel created hundreds      (and      hundreds) of socks not to      mention shirts fleaproof earwarmers      etcetera wristers etcetera, my      mother hoped that      i would die etcetera      bravely of course my father used      to become hoarse talking about how it was      a privilage and if only he      could meanwhile my      self etcetera lay quietly      in the deep mud et      cetera      (dreaming,      et         cetera, of      Your smile      eyes knees and of your Etcetera)