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Oct 2021
I think I can, I have,
habits are realizations, I do this
any time I wish

go random, and watch,
my wife returns from doing what she did today,
with Pennsylvania Eggnog and Fireball Cinnamon Whiskey,
so I know, she thinks of me,

if, as has been conjectured, I have died,
I did not go to hell.
Take this as a message from the other side.

If you love a life enough to watch it come to pass by,
join the currency being bantered about pay
attention not to ads, but
life, in big and little portions… passing by.
Ken Pepiton
Written by
Ken Pepiton  76/M/Pine Valley CA
(76/M/Pine Valley CA)   
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