IfI wereto writeevery dayfor onehundred days,would my soulbe purged ofthis malaise;is it a thingto be dredged,dragged up –twistedand tiedlike tatteredbed sheetsknottedtogether;is therea remedyfor thisscourge;or is thisan inherentrestlessness,a fiery bluespark of eternalangst ignitingpassion – a callto write? (Originally posted February, 2017. Image my own)
I would have never thought one would find humbleness on a radio station! You and your wonderful road sign finds! 😂🤣🤣
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Glad you share my warped sense of humour.
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That is pretty obvious!
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