Long day gone, Tired is nit a string enough word, Bought lunch for a Vietnam vet, I respect his service, Not his politics, So unlike my younger self I shared nothing, He asked if I were married, He pointed to my ring, I said no it was my dad’s, He was an Army medic! ThenContinue reading “Going to my chair”
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Val Whitewolf 