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After my jump into the abyss, I began to write. Perhaps it was therapy or maybe my psyche found an open window and took off. I'll toss some in here and there so you, too, feel free to share your opinions or chunks of your own creative thoughts. absit invidia verbo

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Sun precedes the day

Of rain expected later;

Mother Nature’s best!

  

RAINY SUNDAY

 Such a Poe-ish day

Does not belong to summer

Sunday in the park!

Rainbow

Prisms of promise

Arched above my window view

Rain-painted colored 

BINGO !

Caged balls...give 'em a spin.

Pull 'em out - drop 'em in.

One  by one, not all at once...

the caller knows, he aint no dunce.

Pennies on each little square...

if the Big Bucks pattern's right

you're a winner fair and square

on Lucky Bingo night!

Play it big...work three cards.

Listen up, folks,

be on your guard.

If  we're  lucky  the  caller 

will  give  us  a  show.

Hey, Bingo is hard ball,

dontcha know.

Win more than one game,

you better watch out...

your own lovin' momma

will give you a clout!

Bingo!

You wanna sing

that crowing refrain.

Bingo!

Someone else yells it.

You've lost once again.

Each coin on a square

is a small victory...

just give me a 52 under the G...

Goddammit...That wasn't it!

SHIT!