Humphrey Calling
Humphrey CallingHumphrey hoists his yellow lunchbox,blows his mom a kiss.She burrows into the musty couch,lights a cigarette,lifts her beer.Her eyes never leave the screen.He tugs his shirtover faded...
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Absolutely magnificent Carol. I love reading these pearls. Quando perdiamo la destra essere differenti, perdiamo il privilegio di essere liberi.
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You do have the knack, LadyMac. "Humphrey wonders if she folds her face at nightalong the deep creases.""The old woman nods,smiles in all the right places,""Humphrey pumps his legs harder.Hes running...
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a wonderful read!I expect you know Humphrey was the name of the cat that lived at 10 Downing street for so many years when Maggie was in office.He mysteriously 'diappeared' when the Blairs moved...
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~ WOW!!!!!!!Carol, so nice to read you, my friend...this is the first piece that I have read, by you, but it is safe to say I will be looking for your poetry from now on...this is ab-soul-utely...
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