appropriately when I join that senior
disc(redit)ount the sixty-five above
all else knitting needles at the ready
to brandish critically doting eye(s)
like things just so
many well worn lines
(dexterous wisdom fighting against wrinkled hands)
no no no
my soul will not allow my body to pretend that those hours upon hours of idle chitter chatter in dim lit basements of the church we feel belong(ing) to are anything close to fun.
so help me God I will not go gentle into that good dylan thomas night.
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