A Snow Job

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We’re going to get a foot of snow and along with all that white, comes the blues. That ain’t news. The deeper the flakes the more unfathomable the depression. An old trope, which is why I rope-a-dope a new theme of a white trash nature, so I can use that flat color picker to better strum how hum-drum becomes the heart of this ex-pat country boy, a brief crow fly away, from that Magnificent Mile.

All Y’all buying this?

And there is absolutely nothing white trash about this theme. I always thought it wonderful …but very hard to make one’s own..
which is why I opted for category flat colors.

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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