Fillins

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I left my camera at Lolo's.

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I should be in bed by now.

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I want to post something.

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These photos are strictly for visual

and a wee bit of creative interest. :)
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Have I posted this poem before? Lolo will know.
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I wonder when I will start writing poetry again, in earnest? I am pretty sure I have a serious essay to write first, and I have two novels--one in need of promotion and one in need of writing--that keep calling to me.

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But in a nutshell, here's what's going on with me. Some things never change. :)
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Enough
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I’ll be damned
My head is crammed
With thoughts of flying
Crying
Drying
Eyeing
Lying
Prying
Sighing
Spying
Tying
Vying

And maybe even

Applyig
Allying
Decrying
Defying
Denying
Retrying
Supplying
Undying

And even possibly

Semidrying
Catalog buying
Instrument flying

And
Forever trying