If wishes were horses
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there is no l in eggnog no n in lego but all the others are shared and rid of the l and n (and duplicates) we’re left with only an ego intact mere coincidence? i think not consider: it is … Continue reading
Julie sits on the chalkboard black rock each day, the one back from the old dock behind the salty nets hanging and by the rotted planks no one wants to fix, and most days catches a glimpse through the many … Continue reading
Is being a good example necessarily serious? I hope not. There’s a lot to be said for the funny relative I certainly always liked the funny Aunt or Uncle Gramps or Gran But will they age well? That’s one of … Continue reading
You’ve got to breathe your own air, at times, to crowd cope. Or thoughts are so squeezed.
Priests, morals extending, busily wait sore souls sole. Dark nights will bring them.
Scattered blue fall sky cloud ranked time marches crossing leaves my yearning ripe
Animals, still life, those wild that can man adapt amuse through our hoops.