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 Over 1000 poems and now seventy eye have been searching for a definition of mye stYle
a rendition if you will of a different simpler time
a fabel maker a story teller not just a robot

You have a unique voice, like natural speaking.

this was given me today at your website
thank you very many fables made in a certain style of accomplishment
the proctor and the related at my home planet were elated and they did not sleep last nite in anticipation of this antiquation to be delivered by the eye this old fashioned smith and Wesson oiled typewriter is so old it makes a dot between each word thank GOD it does not translate to the pages but the missing pieces of the spacecraft have now been found and tagged. The people of this  village think that eye am just old homeless and so eye can carry on surveillance of the public eye become a new Jim Dandy very handy with a pen and with a keyboard flowing thoughts upon the word a document of sponging taking all eye have to give her she gives something in return she keeps almost every word and turns the pages in my future book with just a look in my direction and a genuflection and a big reminisce The Lifer he is so avid of a fan a clear cut game boy game man he roots for roots and never makes a mental happy statement he is so self centered the quarter back is sacked and carried off the field and his sarcastic friend says He died he up and died just to see what the LIFER will now say and this is what the Lifer says about the dead quarterback. He just can't do that he can't do this to me we have a third quarter coming up the ball is stuck in centerfield without the quarterback to carry it to third base then we aer ruined he just can't do this unto me and while he blubbers while he cries his friend moves away just out of sight and he the friend is now muttering this thought so dumb eye did not knoe that my friend JOE was so dang dumb as to confuse the game of hockey with baseball no its football with a quarterback not hockey what is wrong with me I'm almost bad as him eye had way too many beers today please take me to the gym and let me play with tying socks in knots and slamming locker doors before the next quarter comes and they carry one more quarter back away. Joe is so dang dumb.


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