Blues is a drifter
hanging about
telling stories, and
drinking my stuff
and every few days I consider
giving him the boot
It is morning again
somehow less pained
with a kind voice
taking the wind from his sails
and showing him the door
before breakfast
He sits on my stoop
smoking a stogie
singing about something something
from thirty years ago
stealing crusts of bread
from my bird feeder
Outside on the stoop is a good place for the Blues to hang out. Love it.
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Thank you Mary Lou, I missed this comment . How are you doing?
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Wonderful evocation of https://youtu.be/WrhAC0dFis0 which we are both singing at the moment.
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Marvelous, my mother used to sing that song! A nice memory
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The personification works. Well done.
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Thanks, I appreciate that
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Love this.
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Thank you so much for Visiting and reading so much! How are you doing?
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I’m doing ok, thank you. Happy Christmas! x
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