Discreetly I eye
them waiting for that gesture
that unlocks the soul.
People watching
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Discreetly I eye
them waiting for that gesture
that unlocks the soul.
Google found me with
wind for thursday november
2007.
Time for another
Ron Paul mention so I can
get my page views up.
She said her dog’s paws
smelled like Doritos. “She’s nuts”
I thought. Then I sniffed.
I jot on random
scraps, then lose them. No wonder
I don’t get things done.
Every day with
words I pin down bits of my
self for all to view.
I cook mornings so
I can eat evenings. I call
it planning ahead.
Write about ’em and
stats go up. I try not to
let this affect me.
Instead, a pumpkin
cheesecake. Traditions are good.
Cheesecake is better.
Trees have never held
leaves as late as November.
Frost was wrong. Gold stays.