Every day with
words I pin down bits of my
self for all to view.
Dissection
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Every day with
words I pin down bits of my
self for all to view.
Front-load energy
saving washer. Fun to watch
clothes spinning around.
I’m soooooo jealous of
the brilliance of this blog name:
Blather. Wince. Repeat.
Site Meter tells me
my words are read in countries
I’ll never visit.
Hate mail came today.
I ponder who’d wish me ill
via envelope.
I’m sleeping on the
couch again. I write ’til late,
then collapse in place.
When I eat crazy
trans fat, hot wings, donuts, all
sucked into the void.
My husband’s pride is
African violets, purple
faces genuflect.
Every year they say
they’re too old, but hit the streets
for that sugar fix.
I answer the door.
Offer kids cooked broccoli
They demand candy.