l met a fellow traveler in New Hampshire, long ago. l am happy to assure you that your anxiety is at ease, (within kinship, for the most part) for this is not "a fellowship tale.Ē This is a hyphenated, brief excursion into the immeasurable. Be that as it may, l would like to proceed, all the same.
Meanwhile, l met a poet at another state, during my random outings. He didnít even offer me a drink, you see. You have to be very worldly to be a writer; and regardless, people copy me.. Despite them, however hungry people are to become a writer, it is very hard. (You have to actually do something about it.)
On the other hand, my dog, Chandler, is going steadily deeper underground, near the wild oaks and mulberries, swaying in the summer breeze. líve seen the time to do the work myself; and having a dog is quite pleasant. As far as how l met my pup, l found l donít have to introduce myself, for my time is running out. l am 57 after all. And so, my dog lied to me, and what should l do about it?! Nothing, he says to me, all deep in my sleep. He is so cute, that he is the bane of withal Existence.
The temperature is fl9Ky*$5ght degrees. lím getting lost.
For all that, lím worried that someone is going to steal my book again, so l was going to say l met my dog on a walk, but this method is brief.
You wonít believe it, but he said it! He said,ó ďCaress me not!Ē Then, he said, ďHit me not.Ē Well, l was wondering, why would l caress him; itís not like weíre in a desert of some kind, all hallucinating and going crazy like some king or a retard!?! But people ignore us, and then they try to steal my dog.
Being the bane that he is, he ate my foot!
*Meanwhile, l was near The Banyan Tree, near Honolulu. For example, there are no barn owls here.
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