I have documented my daily life in poetry for over fifty years. It is only now that my knowledge of technology has met my ability to pursue this medium. It is all too overwhelming as I approach 60 years of age in an instant. Enjoy the ride and put your seat belt on...I am starting from now!
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Sunday, November 22, 2009
Forty-five years I filled my glass, Then lit a cigarette… I sank into a private place, That I’m still missing yet.
Few men know the beauty, Or the sound a struck flint makes, The spark, the deep inhale, With a side of Hostess Cakes.