Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
people love a sale.
it hides what is truly wrong.
this house ain’t for sale.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, March 30, 2026.
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Love it - you are pandering to my short humerous side
People love a sale
they think their buys are bargains
but sails are for boats
Hahaha! Exactly, Michael! After which we say, bon voyage! 👋🤣 Love it, my friend. Thanks for stopping by! 🪵🙏🕯️🖤
Good write T.
Alas, we can't overturn Popeye's antics! lol. Why not? WCAT. lol.
Clever!! Love it!! Sale on!!
That made me think Tristan and that is a good thing. I could hear the gears grinding as the rust fell off. A definite fave. My house is not for sale either unless someone wants to pay more than I think anyone would for it. (everything has a price)
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