"... From one angle he looks to me like a Sicilian padrone – a good soul, kind to animals and dragonflies..."
At the link, a pic of Ed with dragonflies and scavenged hat and much more, kayaking on the Wisconsin River.
To live freely in writing...
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Some guys find old best friend hats, that other guys have lost:
On some fate does truly smile, on others mostly shats.
The fireworks on the Hudson were delightful.
Some guys find old best friend hats that other guys have lost:
The fate that on most freely shats at few does freebies toss.
Nina has a very nice life.
It's true! Though, being Polish, I think it will all end tomorrow. (I've been thinking that since I was thirteen. Really.)
Not a contradiction, if you think of the advice to live each day as if it were your last.
Or: eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow you die.
One of the benefits of being pretty old is that you do value the day.
Carpe diem. Beware of the dog.
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