He stood on a platform of a flatbed trailer. Sooo moving.
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After looking out my window in the darkness, I shot off a poem to neighbors Patrick and Sue.
Thanks Love it Sent from my iPhone
On Jan 19, 2020, at 7:59 PM, ruthdeming@comcastwrote: Rubies from the depths of the sea Emeralds from your ancestors in the Emerald Aisles Diamonds from mines in South Africa When the whistle blows, the mines cave in People be damned, all they care about are the jewels That lamppost is my savior on a cold dark night like tonight. - Ruth Z Deming
Gotta be at Mom's by 10 am.
Upstairs, however, gonna work on my short story A CABIN IN THE POCONOS.
When I first wrote the word POCONOS I had no idea how to spell it. I did have certain ideas I wanted to talk about.
Off I goes.
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