new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
A beautiful thought to be entertained with stunned gusto here on the deadly banks of the freeway feeder.
"the end of the dead-end street"There's an odd comfort knowing there's nowhere to go.
Absolutely. That's the ideal kind of street.
What’s more, I see the beginnings of a cult following.
A beautiful thought to be entertained with stunned gusto here on the deadly banks of the freeway feeder.
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ReplyDeleteThere's an odd comfort knowing there's nowhere to go.
Absolutely. That's the ideal kind of street.
ReplyDeleteWhat’s more, I see the beginnings of a cult following.
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