Can you keep up with a sixty-five year old Iowan poet? I rose at six, Was on my way before the godaweful alarm on my Android phone went off, Drove to the post office find my insurance former for the Chiropractor call was refused, They had charged the insurance company forty bucks, I would payContinue reading “Whatja do today?”
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Val Whitewolf 