a short break before I bring missy to her outhouse. reading is my relaxation, let me share a poem with you. one of my favorites here , im not a big fan of the author, Charles bukowski. mostly too raw, rough for me. he writes like theres no time for metaphors and gets right down to the bone. most of the time too much. but I like this one called oh yes; there are worst things than being alone, but often it takes decades to realize this. and most often when you do, its too late. and theres nothing worse than too late. henry Charles bukowski.
Posted on: Mon, 17 Feb 2014 22:09:13 +0000
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