Another morning, where i must have wet the bed, up early again, or late depending on perspective?
Well, off to Mac’s for coffee an morning cigarette.. Damn, life is tough? i think not! With the morning poem, a done deal… What to do know? Dumb ass! Write another…
i have found that the more one does write.. It all begins to make just a little sense, nonetheless we don’t want to get carried away.. Damn, yeah by a bathing beauty, very young princess… Hell, yes!
Oops! Then i awoke from the living nightmare, drifting slowly back to reality, an the wet streets, filled with rainy days..
Let’s not forget about Christmas, which just around the corner.. i hope that my younger sister had time to do some baking? For i love her homemade cookies, an all the other sweets she lovingly put her heart into, for those of her own choosing to bless…
There is nothing like the lov of a sister!
Starting from right;
the younger older sister Darlene,
then grandma Jensen,
next my mother Barbra,
an last but not least,
the youngest Jackie..
They are the heart of our family!
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