What Light? Whose Tunnel? My End?

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Tired is a tame gauging
wagering my overtime is overclocking
via express egress orbiting
a recoiling heat sink,

and to think
I had all these plans
and poems, and plots,
and pictures to place
in In-line post, and boast of
coding a tablet, and nixing
that nicotine habit, but instead
I rabbit from my dispatch.

Natch, I’m gonna doggerel about it.

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Now back to rereading Impeachment A Handbook New Edition by Charles L. Black JR. with Phillip Bobbitt.

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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