4 thoughts on “1867

  1. Familiar clouds, but I seem to have forgotten how (why?) to catch…most of the time. Thanks. The honest happens. Read in a sifi The Hermaphodite, the third iteration of the assassin-turned-philosopher something akin 30 years ago and scoffed slightly. Now, I know.

  2. Reblogged this on richwrapper and commented:
    An honest poem from an honest poet. I can hear his wry grin creeping across that bemused face which contains at times all humanity therein. Thanks, Juice!

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