My personal panacea, my sovereign remedy, My go-to Gee-Wiz, my quick to conjure… swift to disappear,
I depart, wane, and race to leave not a trace. I don’t ghost. I dissipate. Done, defunct, dormant, extinct, extinguished.
Now you see me…now you won’t. My apothegm for six decades.
and a very sleepy silly BEAT
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I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.
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