Saturday, March 26, 2016


Winter is back little fella', and I can see
you're unprepared for the understanding:
things can never remain as they were. 
Here is the powder puff that was left by
the cat: hands in the jar, water on the coil.
Electricity runs dangerous when water nears.
The fence here was put about about fifteen
years ago  -  a local guy named Warren Brown
did the honors. It only took two weeks.
It's good to have, but it wasn't needed; yet,
how can you convince someone otherwise 
when they're quite certain they are right?

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