Waiting for what feels inevitable.
Inertia propels it downward.
It hastens greatly it’s decent.
Is it this day or a soon next?
Put on your shoes and attend to your affairs.
Foggy is the day, visibility limited.
Raunchiest of the world go on unaware of the other shoe bout to drop.
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Author:
Keeter C (
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Fantastic work.
Thanks! I love “Cat named Poe” that is so my cat.
I’ve been digging thru your work but you have quite an inventory so it’s gonna take awhile!
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Warning taken, Keeter.
Thank you!
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