I am still trying to create the exacting placement that I desire for my story photos. I truly do not wish to go over things remotely. As long as you can imagine, the horse will be beautiful. it is yet another “nicest” day of the year. The predicted high is for *74. I will need to clean up the hideous mess of old tax files and paper wrapped drinking glasses. My glass moon night light, although cracked, is packed and ready for donation. Yes, this has been quite a chore, especially with about 9, out of 10 of my old watches not completely functioning correctly! As soon as I clean up the mess right here, I can start near the top of the “basement-bar”. Only my thoughts of comedy awaited my grand presence yesterday, however. Think about Lois, in a dream-state, in her kitchen with Wilma, Betty, and even Joe’s wife? Oh well, my memory is starting to go. if you know from the book, when I bought, (back in the ’80s) and then brought my mini, spy sized, pocket recorder along with me anywhere, my mind went totally blank. Maybe some scratch paper, and a stubby may do better. Because of my lack of memory, I mostly end up with unintelligible markings on whatever material had been available at the time.
From my unfinished book of mostly finished poems/song lyrics; My kite strings flow, with a positive new growth, my heart now knows, freedom and love both, what heights now show, with a beaming sun aglow, my mind will hold, a hallowed place for those, that cast a will so bold, and the road that we all chose, with closeness now desired, our warm filled lives, on fire.
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