into a write,
into reading a story,
imagine,
              a place,
                           a time,
oh some time would be nice,
if the place was as vacant as my stare,
imagine me there,
penning poetry,
                          rocking in a hammock with palm leaves over me and crystal blue water see,
cotton ball puff clouds,
.
.
.
sorry got to go, grand daughter is crying,
                                    my beauty is trying to paint,
and the dog is dancing back forth needing go out.

Help me, to escape...ism if you can.


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