
fawning around….

fawning around….
smirking to myself, realizing, I haven’t thought of her in days….they claim that, I know it, still I’m amazed….
nothing is for certain….
my broken tooth, I can’t think. pain so bad I can’t even drink. dentist said it had to go, it hurt so bad I must concur. I say fine, if your for sure. so I’ve lost one whole week. maybe tonight I will have that drink πΈ
I laugh, smile, it’s a curse. falsely flashing, betraying every truth. buying time, flying blind. useless information, following me, endlessly. boring me, constantly……
Having been born in 1958 you know…but every genre, type, form, variation of brings me joy…..no bad music πΆ

Western Love β€οΈ

Miss Robin….

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America the beautiful I sang, proudly 1965. Taught by my teachers, I understood. 7 years old. Never changed, don’t imagine I ever will. God Bless America πΊπΈ π β€οΈ