Warming up for Sunday

What is left are the echoes rebounding in the scaffolding, in the crumbling of monuments, in the taking of the sacraments and they are ringing out Hosanna in my ears. advancing years? and that could be so, but the years make no advances unto me. I may be lost amongst the sages chiselling words out…

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38% charging

” the faster time goes, the faster it slows” (from silent gardens) written in haste as most things are which never got me as far as it should have done. it’s the internal clock the shock as time passes. But we are aware, aren’t we? or am I just asking the question of me? Getting…

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Summer gone

Those whirlygig thingies that dropped from the trees and spun about like helicopters that danced in the breeze well I miss them. and the apples we scrumped the hedges we jumped the doors that we knocked on and ran away from just for a laugh well I miss them too I’d make a list of…

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