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 *Paul Bond* Sanctuary I wouldn’t
Call It An Affair, It Was Too Brief, Too Light As Air. It Had To Do With Where I stood, A Stranger On Tintagel’s Cliff, So High, I allowed My Heart To Drift, To Catch And Hold An Interval Of The Purest Gold.
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 *Change* Cast Bronze 3 7/8" H X 2 1/4" W Year’s
End, A Few More Days To Spend In Unsettling Nineteen, Stone Dumb Of What Will Come As We Assess The Hot Mess That Shadows Our Days In A Political Maze Of Crime And Lies By That Man We Have Come To Despise. Hold On, Until He’s Gone, And We See What Twenty Twenty Comes To Be.  I learn
Each Day That I’m Not Too Smart, My Life A Faulty Plot In A Book Not Necessarily Worth A Look, But Another New Year’s Chances Are About To Start, So Have A Heart.  Did
Amerigo Vespucci Do A Sort Of Hoochie Coochie As Over The Sea He Rolled, Brave And Bold? Did Christopher Columba Perform A Snappy Rumba When The Two Of Them And Crew, Having Nothing Else To Do, Decimated Entire Populations Of Yet Unrecognized Nations? Just By Chance Their Crafty Dance Sailed The Wrong Way, Plaguing Us With Their Errors To This Day.  Used
Air Everywhere, Not An Inch Of Room To Spare, Hard To Find A Share Of Space Among The Shuffling Human Race. I never Knew The World Teetered On The Brink, And Did Not Think The Ravaged Planet’s Crowd Of Souls Would Exponentially Grow, Leaving Us With No Place Left To Go.  Today’s
Sky Brightened In Three Shades Of Blue As I sit Here Without A Clue Of How To Do The Day Ahead When I would Rather Be In Bed. But There’s No Snow, So Out I’ll Go And Try To Supply The Holiday Table, As Well As I am Able.  People,
I’m Not Teasing, It’s Bloody Freezing. The Temperature In New Mexico Has Fallen Below What’s Decent In The Recent Chill, As December Perversely Will, To Ice This Bench Within An Inch Of Zero, But I’m Too Cold To Get Up And Go.  Listen,
She Murmured Low, Guard Your Heart. This Is Only The Start, You’ve Far To Go. So, You Stubbed A Toe, Get On With The Show, And Use The Pain. Remember, The Curtain Always Rises Again.  *Glance* 48" H X 36" W Acrylic On Canvas Music
From Yesterday Plays And I am There Again, Singing With My Friends As If No Years Have Passed. What Else But A Song Can Last So Long And In Twilight, Bring Back The Dawn?  *Anton Einsle* Woman Before A Mirror I hate
To Say I’m Wearing Weeds. But I have Sartorial Needs. Not To Sound Overly Funny, I could Use A Chunk Of Money. A Million Or Two Would Do, I’m Not Greedy, I’m Just Feeling Seedy. How About Some Snappy Clothes, So I can Strike A Pose, A Few New Hats, A Bottle Or Three, And I can Sit Upon A Lover’s Knee In Style, And Do Those Things That Make Him Smile. |
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