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Nov 2022
Ai, as it is, in my nature,
my bend in the river, rounding an edge,
drop
off…

question I have ever had, is how's they do it?

Jeffers and Emerson, rich men, to begin with,
eh, what a difference
a childhood makes,

or a pension, I suppose, as good as rich,
growing old and happy, satisfied,
with what the rich man had, had he had
this satisfactory mind,
in my time.
Immersed in the life and work of men who may have seen the monstor pickling its liver, as now it's liver is nearly gnawed gone... in the civilized mind.
Ken Pepiton
Written by
Ken Pepiton  76/M/Pine Valley CA
(76/M/Pine Valley CA)   
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