Here you will find the scattered thoughts and miscellany floating around my brain, a kind of poetic journal of sorts, a place for me to pour out feelings and ideas. While mostly a repository for my poetry, various contemplations and other odd musings may end up here with seemingly little rhyme or reason.
Fitting in
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After Kate pulled out of her driveway she unbuttoned her jeans so they
wouldn’t keep digging into her belly as she made the drive across town.
Standing up ...
2 comments:
fleeting words, they...
yet you do catch them - the very best ones!
not many can claim such.
but always a treat when we see
something new from you!
yea!
Chuck
Missed this one -- thank you Chuck, that was sweet :)
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