Salty clouds dissolve
into a soupy sky
as a dash of peppery blackbirds
pass by.
The stew we’re in today
took years to brew.
It’s time for ‘22 to be consumed.
Turn off the oven.
Forget the news.
Salty clouds dissolve
into a soupy sky
as a dash of peppery blackbirds
pass by.
The stew we’re in today
took years to brew.
It’s time for ‘22 to be consumed.
Turn off the oven.
Forget the news.
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
Forget the news – wise words. Journalism was once an honorable profession…
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I know. It’s such a divided view you get here. Impartiality no longer exists. Thanks for connecting, John.
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You are welcome, have a great new week, K. ☺️
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Very timely message for nowadays! 🙂 Great song choice – excellent vivid descriptions in your opening lines.
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Thank you, Tom. 💜Those driving lines, oh to make them simmer appropriately. A new song by Paramore. Found that in the commute as well.
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Very poignant words for a crazy year! 🙂
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Brilliant 🖤
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Thank you, LC. 💜
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You’re welcome 😊🖤
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Wow I absolutely love this piece! “Forget the news” – YESSSS!!! So wisely stated. And the metaphor throughout is so cleverly and perfectly written. Grateful to have found you and your site!! 🤍🤗
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Many thanks, Grace. I’m glad you e-bikes this one. It can together sort of like a good stew. Nice to meet you as well. 😊
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love this K! ❣️
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