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Cash In My Chips

What is it about Sunday night
    that the universe just can't get right

  Sunday days, often serene
    Monday morns, fueled by caffeine

  But Sunday nights, phlegmatic and placid
    as if all of creation just went flaccid

  I guess I might as well cash in my chips
    and ride out this night's eternal eclipse

Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2022

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John Lawless Date: 11/14/2022 4:15:00 PM when "creation goes flaccid"....roll over and go to sleep Login to Reply

Anselmo Boles Date: 11/14/2022 2:32:00 PM Hope you get your mojo back in the morning! Good one...ab Login to Reply Gershon Wolf Date: 11/14/2022 3:21:00 PM Mojo? Me? Just hope I can find my Vitamin B-12, D-3, C, Fish Oil, and the Lubricant Oil for my joints. lol Thanks, Anselmo.

Valsa George Date: 11/14/2022 2:03:00 AM Love the rhyming ! Login to Reply Gershon Wolf Date: 11/14/2022 3:22:00 PM Some say it's all about location. I say it's about location, vocation, and revocation. lol. Thanks, Valsa

Kim Rodrigues Date: 11/13/2022 7:58:00 PM Interesting! Login to Reply Gershon Wolf Date: 11/14/2022 3:23:00 PM That's it? Just interesting. Minimum requirement: 'Very' interesting. (This is how I have my 'fun!') ~ Ebenezer G. Screw

Hat Bueckert Date: 11/13/2022 7:47:00 PM I feel this exactly on this Sunday night, perfectly said maybe even in a mind reading sort of way! Login to Reply Gershon Wolf Date: 11/14/2022 3:47:00 PM Well, a new level. Before this, I could only read lips. ~ Moving on up. Thanks, Hat! Gershon Wolf Date: 11/14/2022 3:24:00 PM Well, a new level. Before this, I could only read lips. ~ Moving on up. Thanks, Hat!