Winter light warms the house. We are counting our blessings, waiting and watching. 
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About Me
- Joule
- I draw and I paint and I write. I live with Deborah and my youngest son Noah.
THE WETBACK
It is spring
There is a new bird at the feeder
He is wearing a tiny sombrero
and a tiny serape
My neighbor is loading her shotgun !
There is a new bird at the feeder
He is wearing a tiny sombrero
and a tiny serape
My neighbor is loading her shotgun !
Immortality at 2:15
The clock stopped working at 2:15
I took it to the clock shop to have it fixed
The doctor came in holding a paper
Looking grim
The paper said I am going to die
The clock man shook his head
"Nothing I can do."
The doctor didn't know when or how
But the paper said I wouldn't live forever
Each day, twice a day at 2:15 the clock tells the time.
I took it to the clock shop to have it fixed
The doctor came in holding a paper
Looking grim
The paper said I am going to die
The clock man shook his head
"Nothing I can do."
The doctor didn't know when or how
But the paper said I wouldn't live forever
Each day, twice a day at 2:15 the clock tells the time.
THE HELPING HAND
The cat helped the snake across the street
I am not sure it wanted to cross the street
Just then
In the cats mouth
It lashed its little tail
The other end made snake screams
The cat let it go
It wiggled in the grass
With a broken back
The cat took a nap in the sun
I am not sure it wanted to cross the street
Just then
In the cats mouth
It lashed its little tail
The other end made snake screams
The cat let it go
It wiggled in the grass
With a broken back
The cat took a nap in the sun
MATERNITY
A dog walks down the street
Smoking a cigar
This is strange because beagles
usually smoke cigarettes
Her tits hang down
She is a new mother
The cigar is a celebration
Smoking a cigar
This is strange because beagles
usually smoke cigarettes
Her tits hang down
She is a new mother
The cigar is a celebration
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