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March 2020, West Seattle
You can stand at the dock
now and not be bothered much
by boats. Looking hard you can see it –
the road worn into the water where
the flat-bottomed ferries once
went up and down all day.
The islands want none of us
and won’t come. Vashon squats
with its aliens in a patch-tattered
yurt that shrouds the shore in
smoke-yellow walls – a bit put off
by the virus across the bay.
Bainbridge and Whidbey salute the San Juans
who can finally keep the orcas and grays to themselves.
From shore to shore the semaphore
warns that plagues are made on the
mainland – they’d have us keep our fevers
here. The few running boats ride high
above the jellyfish. Two tired men
throw gray ropes to an empty pier.
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Being that @realDonaldTrump designated today as #NationalDayOfPrayer, let us ALL pray for President Trump, that he may defeat the radical left and guide our Country through this #COVIDー19 crisis.
In Jesus name,
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They should set up a stripper pole, —ken
Target, huh?
Welcome to the “Short Memory Span Theater of Doom”.
Never been in one and never will.
Dorothy Parker knew that the waiting game is one both sexes can play:
Here’s “Chant for Dark Hours”:
Some men, some men
Cannot pass a
Book shop.
(Lady, make your mind up, and wait your life away.)
Some men, some men
Cannot pass a
Crap game.
(He said he’d come at moonrise, and here’s another day!)
Some men, some men
Cannot pass a
Bar-room.
(Wait about, and hang about, and that’s the way it goes.)
Some men, some men
Cannot pass a
Woman.
(Heaven never send me another one of those!)
Some men, some men
Cannot pass a
Golf course.
(Read a book, and sew a seam, and slumber if you can.)
Some men, some men
Cannot pass a
Haberdasher’s.
(All your life you wait around for some damn man!)
Needs only a reference to video games and other online hijinks to bring it out of the 1920s.
Ghost,
I think Target is just an upscale WalMarts.
PA Cat,
I love to stop and look at trees and shrubs at Menards. Wife doesn’t seem to mind.
Snake, as far as I can tell Walmart never announced to the entire universe they were opening their restrooms specifically to tranny’s (mentally damaged people).