Sunday, June 27, 2021
3459 : Choices
We all choose our places of resting. I have made my choice. It's a cold grimy place.
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I think so I am a bigot,
the poet who lied
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My favorite sage once told me "better look out" else you won't "see" :-) Caveat: Wannabe poet, so a lot of these posts are just poetic license.
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