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Jan 2019
When I hear the knock at my door
Will I hide under cover?

Yet, It doesnt matter, It will kick it in,
So then, how will it find me
Wide eyed, crazed with fear...
begging and muttering "No's!"

No,
when the knock comes
prepared I pray.
Resolute, inviting the inevitable.
"Will you sit? stay and drink, if this is it."
A guest in my home, and one finally, fully welcomed.
We leave together
A ****** grin, a countenance, resolved my resolution, and departation my celebration
TheSaneSaloon
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TheSaneSaloon  30/M/California
(30/M/California)   
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     neth jones, Pagan Paul, Perry, Fawn and Yann
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