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Oct 2018
Saturday, October 20, 2018
2:50 PM

In time
I found every opportunity
op
portune fortune,

time mine, to do with as I

may can please as I please
I plea

whither's gone me plea
were we ever sportin'
for sport,

or was there always war beings
teaching us to winwinwinfightwin

blessed samesame happy, abundant haps.

How come that old man to his final breath?
was he taught to breathe just so
many times

or was he nothing important with no role?
We never knew.

he died.
Mysterium tremindum dumb old dude wandering in the wilderness, for fun.
Ken Pepiton
Written by
Ken Pepiton  75/M/Pine Valley CA
(75/M/Pine Valley CA)   
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