This is funny but at the same time so true to life. I wish you the best taking on politicians when you're old--somebody has to and you'll have the advantage of pretending deafness, a definite plus. J.
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The same as you now only only moreso eh? That's the way to go...sock it to em...I loved this,I am still smiling broadly from tis read,no drool yet but I may do that later whilst nodding off.I am getting old but have done most of what's in your poem since birth (it's the only way to go)no snoring yet though(unless my kids don't tell me) but I have carried a walking stick (a long umbrella really.... to shoo the swooping magpies away)for ages now.Taunting the politicians?My bloody oath that's good idea,I will too,( with joy).Fuzzy chin? never in a billion years ,I'd rather die,hey,someone told me that your hair still grows even after your dead,truly...damn,I may end up with fuzzy chin after all.My bones are aching,time to go,loved
the poem youngster.
Best wishes
from
an ol' bird.
David Hightower’s lyrically expansive meditation on the whims of fate and the unpredictability of the human condition fill the pages of THE HANGING MAN DREAMS with thrilling music and mesmerizing imagery. Hightower’s richly infused voice echoes the e
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The same as you now only only moreso eh? That's the way to go...sock it to em...I loved this,I am still smiling broadly from tis read,no drool yet but I may do that later whilst nodding off.I am getting old but have done most of what's in your poem since birth (it's the only way to go)no snoring yet though(unless my kids don't tell me) but I have carried a walking stick (a long umbrella really.... to shoo the swooping magpies away)for ages now.Taunting the politicians?My bloody oath that's good idea,I will too,( with joy).Fuzzy chin? never in a billion years ,I'd rather die,hey,someone told me that your hair still grows even after your dead,truly...damn,I may end up with fuzzy chin after all.My bones are aching,time to go,loved
the poem youngster.
Best wishes
from
an ol' bird.