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Visions Brewing

Flights of fancy, a young man's game visions brewing, not one the same... Dawns a slate-gray day, corrective lenses ordered horizon's blank ~ anticipation murdered

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Kim Rodrigues

Date: 7/14/2023 8:12:00 AM

Leaving out a sigh…

Gershon Wolf
Date: 7/15/2023 9:10:00 PM

Aw, thanks, Kim.

Joe Maverick

Date: 7/13/2023 9:16:00 PM

We no doubt about it you really killed this One Gershon.' there be much ink on your Hands.' As for your mind?? No i'm not going There..! Well not unless the Lord advises...? Dear Lord, consider all the other trials I feel I must now ask.!

Gershon Wolf
Date: 7/15/2023 9:11:00 PM

NOW, I see where the ink comes in on another one of your comments. ~ Senior Momentitis strikes me again

Terry Flood

Date: 7/13/2023 3:41:00 PM

Ahh, shattered dreams. I once dreamt that I spent the night with a tall, slim, blue eyed, Swedish, blonde. In the morning, ‘she’ rolled over in bed……… and it was Bjorn Borg. (Okay… it’s an old joke, but I like it!).

Gershon Wolf
Date: 7/15/2023 9:10:00 PM

Bjorn Borg, my old tennis doubles partner! So, how was she/he/it on a 'different court,' Terry?! Heh-heh.