Bare Trees. Grey Light. Oh yeah, it was a cold night.
I was alone in the cold of a winter's day. You were alone and so snug in your bed.
Bare Trees. Grey Light. Oh yeah, it was a cold night.
-bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
Showing posts with label Remembering Ragtime Cowboy Joe. Show all posts
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Monday, October 28, 2019
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The End or the Beginning?
I have no idea how I lived before the internet. I've checked my birth certificate, and I was around for decades before any of this stuff...
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My thug name is 'Willie the Whiner,' because of my non-stop lamentations about our weather, no matter what our weather is at any giv...
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Decades ago, when I was a college-age human, for a number of reasons caused by a variety of substances, I would often sit up all night watch...
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I've offered what follows previously to honor the birth of our daughter. At the time I called it: The Circle Game Depending on what time...

