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Humorous and Insensitive

(Warning, some dark humor. If you are sensitive about death and illness, have recently lost a loved one, this is not a read for you) My cat talks to me in Catinese, an abbreviated form of meows and geese-like chirps – but somehow it does not get in the way of understanding, for we do carry-on so; myself speaking mostly gibberish, our coochy-coo language reserved for pets and infants. When it turns to telepathy I am really astounded, those inquisitive tilts of the head, and mysteriously orchestrated stares, eye-blinks and squinting: like a bartender an hour after last call...and a widow, in search of an all-around repair man, hers of 40 years having gingerly passed on....

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Date: 11/29/2022 3:56:00 PM
I think this is nicely amusing, Joe. It would never be insensitive for me even if I'd lost my husband.
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Joe Dimino
Date: 11/29/2022 4:57:00 PM
Or maybe just hiding:) There use to be asylums for cracked people...but since they did away with most of those, we are all over the country writing poetry. Blessings my friend. Thank you for having such a marvelous sense of humor.
Date: 11/29/2022 5:56:00 AM
Av wonderful poem.
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Date: 11/29/2022 7:58:00 AM
Thank you, Victor; I grew up on "The Marks Brothers", Laurel and Hardy, Three Stooges, WC Field, who expressed humor during most dire times and under the most heartfelt, painful personal circumstances (give me an old fashioned Irish Wake any day)...not like today's Politically Correct~ so what you and I see as harmless humor, others may be appalled. I write what my soul tells me...and then hope for the best. Blessings my friend!

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