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Post by goldenmyst on Aug 14, 2021 22:31:50 GMT -6
Sunset On Memories
It was sunset when I spoke with my neighbor. He thought my banging around was because I was angry at my late wife. But it was just a habit. I could never be angry at her. I had the best times of my life with her. I wouldn’t have gotten one degree much less the three I did if not for her in my life. Like the raccoons Who dined on food meant for his cats I sought sustenance among the civilized people Of the coffee house With my tousled hair and whiskers hidden By my pandemic mask But part of the family of Bohemia My neighbor thought maybe I’d been gone all day. A reminder that I am still a nomad just like I was with my wife. Though my travels are limited to the city. Still roaming and searching.
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Post by oldarmybear on Aug 16, 2021 15:51:34 GMT -6
Be careful mate, the big cities are no longer safe to roam around in. Good penning...
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Post by goldenmyst on Aug 16, 2021 16:12:44 GMT -6
Thanks for the good advice, Don. Indeed this area is sketchy. It is the student ghetto. Though I see college students traveling this area all the time. The area I am in is better than that just down the road.
John
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