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A red envelope filled with Sun gas, tied closed with White ribbon. It meant something to Someone, somewhere. For a moment it rose, Or maybe a day, A week. Dancing in the currents Exuberantly Until the Sun gas leaked away and Left the red envelope Twisted in the weeds.
A red envelope filled with
Sun gas, tied closed with
White ribbon.
It meant something to
Someone, somewhere.
For a moment it rose,
Or maybe a day,
A week.
Dancing in the currents
Exuberantly
Until the Sun gas leaked away and
Left the red envelope
Twisted in the weeds.
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Funny, for the last two days I have had no appetite, all I have wanted to eat is gun barrel, one would think that reading this would have made me even more hungry but instead it stopped the craving. So I don’t quite know how to say ‘what a beautiful piece of writing’ when all it did was stop my roaring starvation for a while. I guess maybe thanks?
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Bud August…. LOL I hear you. Nonetheless, James good sonnet.
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Look, I don’t flatten the balloons, I just report on ’em.
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Nicely done. But I do have one suggestion. Speaking as a 70 year old who has recently seen far too many obituaries for folks in their 60s, could you ease off reminders of the transience of life? I’m already maxed out on my antidepressants.
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I hope you read it in a really high voice.
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Nice one. Has a certain air about it.
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