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Middle Age Cocktail

blandness of stories, the lines memorized.
fallen lashes thin my mind
bereft of stimulants.

2/6/2019
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Wolf Avatar
February 13, 2019 at 7:24 PM
Whoa, scary stuff... Glad 'we men' don't have to deal with this. (LOL: We're just hopelessly lonely and deep down, almost totally unfulfilled). :) gw
Kiser Avatar
February 7, 2019 at 3:04 PM
Things do change; beautifully done though with great imagery.
Onclaud Avatar
February 7, 2019 at 12:50 PM
you've got a strong threshold, kim :)... wonderful kimo!...huggs
One Avatar
February 7, 2019 at 5:56 AM
oh... you descirbed it so well in such short words..
Rodrigues Avatar
February 7, 2019 at 8:41 AM
Thank you so much!
Neumann Avatar
February 7, 2019 at 3:08 AM
Stirred but not shaken ...
Rodrigues Avatar
February 7, 2019 at 8:41 AM
:)
Bauer Avatar
February 6, 2019 at 10:16 AM
nice one, kim!
Rodrigues Avatar
February 6, 2019 at 8:56 PM
Thank you, Ilene!
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