Whistling Dixie again

Earmarked for days full of strife and nights in the park. I never saw Poverty Rules OK! but I heard the book was a best seller and when I tell her that she’ll kill me. We’re given enough rope and not the scope to utilise it…

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Highway 101

Here’s a post a mile post, a mark at most along the road. I sat on several to remind me I could sit on several more but several turned into several score and many more to go. They fade in time probably because the rain acts upon the lime erasing details, and like memories although…

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Colorado beetles

You’re reading this post which I think is my post the dog sees a lamppost and cocks his leg. My eyes on stalks as someone walks across the sky and a star is born in Birmingham, Bethlehem being full. Synchronising pulling my eyes in meshing the gears, fooling the years into thinking they’re days. The…

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