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I can’t get the light right
few can find the hue
as you knew
my tint tainted
faded and fated
washed out
washed up
drip drip drip

that technicolor teardrop
that cinematographic sty
in a big picture eye
Me and my,
wallowing in a pixel

of farcical recognition
of foibles once unrecorded
Now made record and then clouded

enjoy the whether

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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