Flash Fiction, Poetry, Sundries

Mawkish Maybe

Posted by r.Douglas on

I just think I’m too tried to effectually make use of the many programs
I currently have . The cancer is biting, its’ medical status a mere pushback in all ways . And I admit I miss a mental pushback or two. I’m not quite givin’up but it’s just all about mental vagrancy now.

Let’s see how fast I can bore!

Memeeeme ……..just warming up.

Published by r.Douglas

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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  1. judigoldberg says:
    July 31, 2026 at 10:14 am

    listening reading listening reading listening listening and toe tapping the beat goes on vagrancy comes in many flavors the air is smoky here though they say the fire is going in the other direction tells you about the different pulls and pushes the drafts and fire weather and maybe you do need a weatherman

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