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.
- Author: Keeter C ( Offline)
- Published: December 17th, 2023 10:37
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 7
Comments2
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!
Thank you, I appreciate it.
Warning taken, Keeter.
Thank you!
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