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Happy Apple

Happy apple cling to a limb but fall when it’s

Time. Nasty worm carves a tunnel in my apple.

I don’t see it, so I take a bite. Nothing fazes me,

For a while. I am strong and I am free. I

Express myself in a jolly, meandering way.

That is the solution to my desolation. Aargh.

Tonight (Take My Hand)

Would you take my hand tonight,

And would you take the lead if I asked you to,

For this once it would be prudent,

To follow our feelings for each other,

Yes, it would be best,

To act on our impulses,

Because we are young and soft,

And we will live forever

In each other’s eyes, yes, and

In each other’s arms,

We are invincible.

So take my hand tonight.

Something I Said

Something I said, in memory,

Something that haunts me every day,

As I look back on tempestuous times.

Times of strife, chaos, disorder, conflict.

Times of sadness, anger, violence.

Those days are not my fondest.

Growing up in my mother’s home,

We argued, we fought, we shouted,

There were hurtful experiences to be sure.

And on those days, when the tension

Boiled over into an expression

Of hit and miss, chase and tag, and

The belt would come out. Oh, the belt!

Those times I would run to the front door,

Unlock it as fast as I could, and run

Down the sidewalks and across

The streets of my neighborhood,

In my socks, or barefooted,

In the rain sometimes, or after dark,

To my friend’s house, where I could cry,

And then relax and forget, and then

I could be safe again, and then,

My mom would call, to check to see

If I was there, and she would say

I should come home. And when

I was sure the storm had passed,

I would go home again.

Atta boy

So I said to him, do you take baths in volcanoes often? He said, not often but I do like a cup of soup every now and then. Cues. Cuz, you don’t know the half of it! He likes to munch on cucumbers and bathe in onions! So what time do you walk around the block on your tip toes? Is there a certain temperature you like it to be when you’re soaking your feet? Or how about when you clean your dentures? Atta boy!

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Fraud or False Accusation?

My point of view on the matter is only a microscopic blip in the political universe. But I’m going to state my case for the record. There was no fraud according to every person that should know, except for the president, who should know better. The election was the most transparent and secure election ever, and Trump lost, fair and square. The few discrepancies that existed have been considered, calculated and declared irrelevant. The margin that Biden won the election by leaves no room for doubt. Nothing was stolen.

So, how is it that Trump, a pathological liar, is able to convince so many people that the election results were fraudulent? Why are members of Congress being targeted with hate, when they had nothing to do with it? It’s this big smoke screen of distraction that is created by Trump in his messages, anything but to accept defeat and admit false communication,

History has split apart into many pieces, and like many pivotal crises in our nation’s past, we may never know the truth about Trump. After the inauguration, he won’t really matter anymore. Whether he goes to jail, or loses billions in court, his time on the national stage is mostly over, and it is time for the country to move on to the next era.

So, let’s just move on…

Say What You Mean

I’m about to lose my where did I put the what did you say after I said what did you mean when you said what was that I didn’t hear you what do you think what do you want who are you talking about I can’t read minds you can’t use pronouns for everything and thing for whatever it is say what you mean damn it