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Feb 13
...cuz a nagging bladder isn't cool.


From Rimsky-Korskov's strains wi' half a sense
Of "magic" in Sheher'zade's fervid tale,
To Kenny Chesney's singing in betrayl
Was it of being kind to some soul fr'intents?
To class'cal notes which yield me lo, from thence
Fair visions of huge columned courts' detail,
To ah, the Scriptures--Romans to avail
Sense past all foolish thoughts and vain pretense.
So drift off on that, eh?  No.  Yes, tis poor,
But THIS wee stanza tugged at me, or to
Effect the first lines rolled across in tour
My silent tongue, til sleep feigned it would do.
Yet earbuds in, hard rock came blasting fer
Good taste in and, I'd rather sleep anew.

*cough,cough*  Ahem.  Stop giving me THAT look.
Jenny Gordon
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Jenny Gordon  44/F/Elgin, IL
(44/F/Elgin, IL)   
     bulletcookie, Jean Fisher and juneau
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