ash
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Post by ash on Dec 2, 2009 16:08:21 GMT -5
I’ve been in these clothes for more than a day, You smirk and say, “Another drunken rampage, I suppose, ” Which at my age is very unattractive.
I fight the urge to check the door, After turning the lock at least four times, It’s exhausting keeping track of your crimes, but Can I trust my inner vision?
(I did that once, no twice – and look what happened.)
I’m drinking coffee to fight disease, 3 cups for dementia,5 for diabetes, Another pot for arthritis – Now I’ve gone and lost my taste for life, and vitamins.
On the 8th of December I’ll celebrate Bodhi Day By sitting under an apple tree – Anybody else but me Would have found enlightenment years ago – go figure.
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Post by Ivan Carswell on Dec 3, 2009 3:56:23 GMT -5
Angie, I am rather impressed:
"3 cups for dementia,5 for diabetes, Another pot for arthritis – "
- so that is how it works!
Can I request you re-visit and reduce some of the verbiage, you have an excellent offering which should be recognised...
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Post by Don Schaeffer on Dec 3, 2009 13:10:55 GMT -5
This just plain light and heavy-hearted great.
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Post by inchiki on Dec 22, 2009 20:50:11 GMT -5
i don't see what's unattractive about a drunken rampage at any age ! great random poem - feels like a diary entry, i'd like to read the whole year
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