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Thursday, December 13, 2018

Poem as Christmas Approaches


Where are the intellectuals
who sat on their torn sofas
drinking vodka in their loafers?
Four daughters,
waiting for their fathers
as arguments and wine
and no one thought of the time
when nothing
would ever rhyme again.

copyright 2018 Dec. 12

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Monday, December 3, 2018

The Holidays are Here

A Jingle for my Store

The north wind is shifting
The snow is drifting
And it would be very uplifting
If shoppers would shop
or maybe just stop
in at my store
and enjoy it before
2018 is no more
like this poem,
see ya!

New Video of me painting a watercolor

 Here is a video of me painting an area in the park near the dog pond.  To look at the final product further, go to  Prospect Park near Dog ...