2014 came after
a mEp invisible hiatus; but a much needed
fthe neighbours are always up early.
actually, they are always up. or dead.
the house is always lit; chandelier and
all, from top to bottom, midnight to
nearly Christmas now, poots,
wide=legged, stradd;es a busy table and
squints to read the text. bare legs at
eight am are no ideal, but spitting out
veiled words here is. many of the same
issues plague a morning poot on a
saturday in late december, as the
tiniest of frozen rain pellets dance
away on the thin panes of glass, called
windows, adorned with mullens.
the wordd is white.
the man is asleep.
the girl is tired.
the lady types.
here's the question. if you have only
learned something at forty eight, is it
really poossible, that others could have
learned it a thirty, or twenty five?
five before six
i've told you what i know
there is nothing new
only me getting old,
life can still be thriling
but you have to pretend a bi.
is december 20
the mEp ... my Electronic
pen . . . the 2010 edition and
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