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Longevity
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 Methuselah was way old. Moses was getting there. Lots of people live past the producing years of employment or even enjoyment they drink milk and eat cottage cheese they sneeze and say plenty is more than enought.  They frown at the people around and they lose the heart because they have to do without the drugs they need to sleep. CharlaX is now age 80. Let's listen to a tape he is making for his love to listen too. Eye am okay today is Sunday ewe. My authoritus is acting again it seems to get better for a day or when it then gets worse. The sneeze on the bus got a lot of blessings. Ewe knoe that eye can't stand that old archaic sayings.  They should not try to bless someone unless they are priests. They used to say that back in the day to ward the devil away to keep the soul from leaving the body threw the head. Eye decided to walk without the bus again. Holiday is coming. It's a new month eye have to get a new pass tomorrow the holiday is hollow and the lieberry is closing until the Tuesday. Eye ate a yogurt today with black cherry flavoring my favorite kind of thing. The socks are new ones and the boots don't leak the feet is dry and eye can walk without my Cain again. It comes and goes the age prevents the man from needed rest eye do not like to sleep but sparingly a bite in the middle of the night just an hour or three before the daylight. Just enought for the purposes of healthy.  Just now the computor ate my favorite game it took the minutes away just because eye clicked on it and that's not fun certainly no one was playing my game and eye also time travelled some the hour was just past twelve then suddenly its after one the time has gotten away already today. Success? Perhaps. As long as eye still eat and drink write. Perhaps the blogger has her reasons for enabling comments then not adding mine perhaps she thinks it does not fit the subject matter matter not to eye. Perhaps the man does not want a real poem added to his list he has a great long list of old old poems there. The ewe she is coming home today but she has to unpack and unwind from a long trip she may not make it to the caht mee box in time. She will make it tomorrow telling me then all about it. Perhaps it makes me older than 85 to wait and then to miss her once again it ages me. There were lots of replys to see at the forum. Eye am in the middle now of Sunday Boredom. The Chinese girl was so very pretty her yellow shoes her feet inside complete with out no socks was very nice to me. She had a pretty attitudes. So smart and nice. The kid next to me was smitten fell in love. Eye almost did as well the girl could turn the head of any guy did eye say that she was pretty and she was nice. Perhaps eye will live to be almost ninety five and come to find that shower shoes of any kind cannot be bought or sold but they were outlawed in 2025. Perhaps some murders only kill the sick thinking they are surgeons in society brought to earth to save the majority adding to longevity but not the longevity of the sick ones. But inkling tinkling thinking suddenly breaks threw the clodded mudd and out comes the pieces of the rhymes. The age classification is of no importance anyway no one under the age of 14 understands a poet or a poem anyway. Anyone under the age of 18 that reads me anyway would need a dictionary full of CharlaX. Perhaps the older eye become the simpler eye will be and more complexion upon completion they could never teach me in a classroom line by line like they dissect the poems of the mime. The teacher is talking to the class “children we aer on line 32 is everyone on the same page now together we will determine what this mime meant the poem to mean” Line 32 : hands drawn together in a circle then apart they start up to the sky and then back down? Little Charlie stands up to explain the poem now. “The mime meant the world will end when Jesus comes from sky” then he sat back down. There was 37 laughings and guffaws the door was opened to the hall the boy was tossed away outside where he is homeless in longevity alone become the mime.


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