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#cityrural
Well, in discussions since, I'm torn only because I cherish socializing, though I abhor the city. (sonnet #MMMMMMMCMLXXII) Out where twa rivers meet, or rather thence Lo, at the top of that peninsla's tail, In Calhoun County where farm houses hail At scattered intervals, with half a sense Of sheer depression hard in tow fr'intents, They show me where folk lived sans plumbing's scale As twere of "civ'lized," cell phone service frail, Point out the pump: an outhouse their defense. I ask how long they lived thus, and that's poor, Cuz "all their lives!" (the answer) sez what? to Me in effect? I canna say. We tour Their property by A.T.V., the view Romantic in its backwoods' fashion. Were I thinking what, that all half seems tae woo? 18May19d
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May 25, 2019
May 25, 2019 at 11:10 PM UTC
My Heart's A Jester, Loving BOTH Worlds