Sunday, December 27, 2020

Tukdam

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Friday, December 25, 2020

We All Shine On


     The only class I've ever excelled in was English in a little Mexican town when I

     was very young.

  

                                                             ©️12/24/2020

                                                                - John Hardesty 

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Thursday, December 17, 2020

Talking Back Into The Night

 

     I was talking to a corpse for hours into the night, damn, talking about 

     a dead conversation.

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