bichoose (bichoose) wrote,

Wednesday 18th August 2021.

Fifty-two years, since Woodstock..and the world has become a tall one could have dreamed off telling....both big bad Boris and the clown across the pond should be sent to a funny farm to knit mail bags for the rest of their time on this planet for what is happening in one small corner...or perhaps so much rain has fallen during August my mind is blowing bubbles to it'self and cannot see the wood for the trees...Thus my day is drawing to a close i have come here to sit and blow a big myself just to see if the word Hope still lies across the sunflowers in bloom, before i let the goblins of the night whisper through the crazy street mix which is me and tell me different.

To all whom pass this and Peace take care...So Goeth...X

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