My headphones covered my ears and effectively screened all of my calls
Answering instead all questions as to Mick Jagger’s longevity and fame
I was drinking up the sunshine and tomato juice cocktail simultaneously
Though one required wearing dark glasses and the other only a plastic cup
Canadian Geese were flying south from the Hamptons and stopped for a moment
To cackle a bit about the heavy air traffic and lengthy layovers in Atlanta
My wife called and the phone, knowing I wasn't listening, it's face lighted up and shouted a loud ring
I better take her call or it would prematurely call for an execution date to be set
And I wanted to at least live until next Sunday
Besides, she was frying fresh catfish for dinner
And I wasn’t about to make it my last meal as it always gives me
A bad case of indigestion…
amazing dialectic dillemma of delusions
A lighthearted snapshot of 'a day in the life' of one whose pen flows with wit and poetic irreverence. Great fun and yet... love, Allie xxxxx
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A piece which is easily digested in term of style, and hits the heart in terms of content. t x