Thursday, March 30, 2017

9332. LEAVE SOME

LEAVE SOME 
'There's got to be wriggle-room in each
statement we make. Nothing is ever that
certain.' A stain on the hard-wood gloss
of the long desk before me held more interest
right then that what I was hearing. I can't
stand people like this.  And anyway, lest
I be so certain, maybe I don't mind them
at all. Can you imagine having a meal
with a creep of this nature : academic
palladium, sub-standard single-tone,
high-mode architecture of the
rather useless mind. Let me
sit a moment and stew.
Thank you.

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