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Boomer-natural, we are as rare as any form of man, in America, perhaps it is different in other places, but here, on the edge of pre-Covid civilization, the ragged edge, straight left, ragged right, defiant of all constraints forced on thought by any letter system letting thought exchange occur at the deep meaningful level only words loosed to end and begin lines of lines occurring to you as if rhyme were requisite for your most exquisite expressions of hot and lukewarm gasses, this, too, passes. ___ Yes we. The many minds we use to judge the better angels of our nature, we the old, leaving less than intended, but more than enough, to leave time the chance to heal all things, or cease being at all. Time is no more what we thought it was then than it is now. To be happy pursuing happiness, might be a an exercise in godliness. aha ha ha like laugh therapy to recover from primal screaming grandchildren popping in with wee tiny ideas about how bees see to sting. They fly **** first, Grandpa. How?
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Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 3:59 PM UTC
Old and Ripe, not Rotten
Boomer-natural, we are as rare as any form of man, in America, perhaps it is different in other places, but here, on the edge of pre-Covid civilization, the ragged edge, straight left, ragged right, defiant of all constraints forced on thought by any letter system letting thought exchange occur at the deep meaningful level only words loosed to end and begin lines of lines occurring to you as if rhyme were requisite for your most exquisite expressions of hot and lukewarm gasses, this, too, passes. ___ Yes we. The many minds we use to judge the better angels of our nature, we the old, leaving less than intended, but more than enough, to leave time the chance to heal all things, or cease being at all. Time is no more what we thought it was then than it is now. To be happy pursuing happiness, might be a an exercise in godliness. aha ha ha like laugh therapy to recover from primal screaming grandchildren popping in with wee tiny ideas about how bees see to sting. They fly **** first, Grandpa. How?
Not the richest man in the world could waste paper and ink like me, if I did this for fun fifty years ago.
kenpepiton
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77/M/Pine Valley CA
Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 3:59 PM UTC
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