Cabin fever come to its fruition
– almost lost my head to the Empress this morning –
the sky is falling down as rain,
the snow has melted,
the Mississippi is about to consume the town,
if not the entire world.
References to ‘magic lanterns’,
‘floating worlds’ and
‘backwards tintypes’
... applaudable, in my skewed view.
Yet, should we exit on a ‘celebratory note’?
golden years --
loose change in a jar
on top the 'fridge
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