Ramble
I inhale the smoke and exhale the stress...
I down another brew because it's there...
I look around at the shambles of my life...
Was your life wonderful? Was it fair?
Constantine changed the holidays, so what does Easter mean?
I wonder what classes I'd still be teaching, had it not been for that dean...
I'm rambling on a Saturday, but that's nothing new...
I wonder sometimes if you've really met me, and I wonder if I've ever met you...
Copyright © Darrell Hoover | Year Posted 2018
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