Rants of the Newly Old

Showing posts with label lurid tales. Show all posts
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Sunday, April 18, 2021

30/30: Golden Shovel poem #18

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source: A Cautionary Tale for the Age   She sat on the bank of a quiet pond, a Mirror into dark rages. Cautionary ...
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I'm 83, and I can't tell you how disorienting that is. If you're lucky, it will happen to you. Be prepared.
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