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Jan. 9th, 2018|04:21 pm |
Vai nē?
In general, though, middle-aged fathers of certain demographic (should be grateful to have the work to be able), mulling over loss and longing for another world (through the hawthorns and the nettles) delicate and illuminated (groves?) appeals.. I used to tell these guys when they were avid clubbers in the 90's (they were London types) "Where's the poetry?" But I was hick still in the sticks digging holes for a living.
You alright? My bungas are at my step son's - I plan to see if I can regain some swing at some point. |
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