This is like being one day behind all the time. But what do I care? Nobody's sending me kisses, accolades, or dollar bills for these poems. Therefore, I do it in the road for self-satisfaction.
called
CONVERSATION PIECE
in
JUDY GARLAND BLUES,
my septic poetry blog for new & used poems
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