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Sarobia: Sanctuary for Human Beings, Birds and Animals
Thirty Days Across the Big Pond: Part One
Thirty Dirty Days Across the Big Pond: Amsterdam High Jinx
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Sarobia: Sanctuary for Human Beings, Birds and Animals
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Sarobia: Sanctuary for Human Beings, Birds and Animals
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Ode To The ’80s
Been feeling under the weather lately. Not that I have COVID-19—I don’t think so—no fever, chills, aching muscles, loss of taste or appetite, but just a common change-of-season cold. Stayed indoors during our first winter storm on Wednesday, went out … Continue reading
Ode to Depression
We’re still in COVID-19 lockdown in my neck of the woods.Philadelphia is under curfew until 6 a.m. from the violent protests throughout the hood. This world has turned upside down as of late. Our lives are filled with too much … Continue reading
Ode for the First of June 2019
Another week has passed us by,May turned into June, my, oh my.Soon it will be the 4th of July,Followed by the dog days of August to make me sigh. Racking my brain for something to write,For my weekly tirade due … Continue reading
Ode to Tax Day and Ticks
Must be slacking,No need for reacting,Got my taxes done way ahead of time,Well, make that six days before the deadline. Used to wait until the last minute,For my anxiety to be remitted,By getting the income-tax envelope postmarked by midnight every … Continue reading
Ode to Whatever
Didn’t know what to write about,For my weekly rant and rave,Deciding not to yell and shout,Inscribing a poem instead. Who wants to read a litany of complaints,Penned faithfully by yours truly every week?How did Andy Rooney get away with it,Every … Continue reading
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Waxing Poetic: Blame It On The Full Moon
Another year has passed us by, seemingly at double time for me, But through it all, the only things that I did see,Were the soles of my boots with big holes underneath,From dragging my feet, attempting to slow those circles … Continue reading →