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Here comes the camera girl,
Clumsy American beauty!
With a French hat placed upon her head lazily,
And her camera hanging from her neck.
Looking around the streets,
Photographing Paris, a way to live through scenes.

But she'll never be happy,
Just watching the people,
Who dance by the Eiffel Tower.
No, she must dance!
But alas, she has no man with which to dance,
How sad.
Adventures in Paris are the best.
  Jan 10 Abbott J Hardison
Bob B
Donald Trump and Elon Musk--
And this, of course, is no surprise--
Continue to spread misinformation
And hope that we believe their lies.

Now it's about the devastating
Fires raging through L.A.
We are hearing attacks and blame
From Trump and his new protégé.

Musk is blaming the Dems and "wokeness"
And thus is throwing fuel on the flames;
Trump is stupidly misleading fans
By making false, inaccurate claims.

The two men rely on a place
Where lies and misinformation abound:
The Internet--now a perfect
Conspiracy theory breeding ground.

Fact-checking is crucial now
More than ever as Trump distracts
The public with his verbal garbage
And Musk with his alternative "facts."

-by Bob B (1-10-25)
I sat on the rock,
With the statue of Robert Frost,
And thought.

I laid on the stone,
With the metal cutout of Emily Dickenson,
And cried.
If you go to Amherst Massachusetts, there is a town where my father grew up. Within that town there is a rock and a stone with two silhouettes of famous poets, Robert Frost and Emily Dickenson, having a conversation. I sat in on their talk, and while they said nothing, I feel wiser because of it.
A new morning,
At the death of an old week.
Skeleton trees reach their bony arms,
Into the see of rose gold clouds above.

Faint chimney smoke,
From a distant home.
A family who wakes,
And won't see the sky,
In the same way I do.

They will return to their beds,
In the soft clutch of tonight.
And won't stare out the window,
Into the twilight curl,
Of stars and branches weaved.
I love the sunrise. Happy Friday :)
  Jan 10 Abbott J Hardison
Kelsea
Dear,
Dear, the one you hurt me
Dear, the one who was embarrassed by me
Dear, heartbreaker
Dear, ex
Dear, whatever name you go by,
It's impossible to pass by you and act like you didn't betray me
You left me there
Crying in my bottomless pit
You left me when you knew I was struggling.
But all that mattered to you was not being seen with me.
Not being associated with me.
Being jealous of me.
You craved the touch of someone and something I couldn't give you
But you didn't have to leave me?
I hate you.
I miss you.
You set me up for failure when you told me my friends didn't like me
But I ignored it
Because we talked and texted nonstop
Our laughs echo in my ears from the night we first called.
Midnight snacks and sharing secrets
Quickly disappear.
All because of me.
Or was it really you?
I tried.
I did believe me.
Or not.
It's over.
It wasn't my behalf.
And we both know that's true.
So, was it you?
Or your jealousy?
One of my closest friends left me because she wanted a boyfriend and rather have him over a long term best friend. Your lies has been ringing in my ears whenever I think about you. You hurt me.
Don't let jealousy get the best of you.
TALK IT OUT.
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