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go to restaurant for oldsters

Village Inn a go-to restaurant for oldsters old old old old old people the parking lot is full of walkers and canes they are hobbling in the speed of clogged ketchup at seventy-two, I feel like a baby chick next to them

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Date: 10/18/2024 3:05:00 AM
oh. dear poet lovely write.
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 10/20/2024 12:02:00 AM
thank you - i wrote it in a Village Inn parking lot while waiting for friends.

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