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Ad Hoc

So, I still have miles to go and poems to save, and time to rant and rave and snort and shout and let it all hang out. I’ll fuss and fume and act the part expected, ad hoc. I'll smooth the rankle from my brow and darn the that hole in my sock. I’ll lie in bed and contemplate the path of man, his ultimate fate. I’ll awaken to the sun at dawn with rancor as I begin to trim the lawn and spread some seed for the birds, the waterfowl and the fawn.... And at dusk with my bride by my side will close my eyes for that final ride. CGH 10/13/2018 at 3:58 pm Thank you God for this wonderful poem. All I had to do was write as you dictated.

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