This Non-Virgule One Is About 70
Equilibrium now AWOL; It’s all’s a pageant of petty irritants
setting a course throughout my day. To parade previous stumbling blocks in cool review of six decades of the sure footed and high stepping, only to be humbled and hobbled by a drilling of harlequin heuristics. A seminary for turning Seventy, that I can’t pass, and would prefer to skip.
I guess I should hustle up all the changes this site, so as to better post a new collection of 19 to 26 run on sentences during the coming cruelest month. A poem a day for April.
And the way things be goin’, could be as many as fifty or as few as five. As I’m jive with the alliteration.