THE END…

began a poem ’bout wind…playgrounds…mom’s swinging kids high in the air…slides of different colors…trees in autumnal hue…

started that poem…quickly decided…,God….this is fucking aweful…truly horrendous…what the hell is wrong with me..

then.. read some Flannery O’Connor…i felt so much better…

THE END.

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