Flints

Because it’s different now and not like it used to be if it ever was, different. I’m different looking at things differently some things interest me others do not and I feel like ‘Lot’ carrying a bag of salt, but that’s the Methodist in me, a touch of the weirdly wonderful Wesley in me. How…

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Rock faces.

One of life’s mysteries why do dogs piss on trees? I fold become corrugated equally I am emancipated but still situated somewhere between. Is the Moon made of cheese? another of life’s mysteries. Ironing on a smile because we can all do that and going the extra mile because we can all do that and…

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Consenting adults

  I hear classical magical theatrical and then the bell rings, the alarm clock sings out of key,   I ask, why me?   There’s a voice not mine telling me the time and I wonder, why me?   when I’m older I will come back and it’ll be sorry for bothering me I mean…

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