Jun 22, 2013 02:02
A morn under the sun,
A noon beneath a rafter,
Now evening's overrun
With love and lately laughter
Here's to summer's sort;
To rightists leaning lefter,
The yobs and yeggs gone yon,
Turks deaf turned toward the defter
poem,
write
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Have thought of you several times in recent weeks and months - wondering what is up with your life and how you are doing. . . .
Call me or email me some time, if you can.
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"Lately" (stretchy and subjective, that word) I feel I've been carrying a boulder while dragging another.
But I'm trying to shrink the rocks. I hope to email you "soon" (stretchy and subjective, but certain).
Much love, mangO.
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