…comes to life and then turns off, but sing it to the tune of “Frosty the Snowman” (I dare you with all the frost and gray hair in my being) Frosty the Hormone Is biology they say It is made by gland, and all women know How she squirts herself to play…

…because I’m not sure where to go from here, from medium. Done with social media: all. No posts, no play — goodbye, guildhall. To follow? Moot! To lead? A pain! To quit ahead leaves behind gain. Poetry fails in blog substrate. What once was loved has lost its weight. Words won’t save or give pennance — they contribute to the sentence.

Money, www.medium.com, over, and out…. Mo mo Money. No no Vember. Da da Data. Me me Member. For five ‘hole years I paid so paid other authors’ saw monies made. The choice complete. The deed is done. My medium? No longer fun. Mo mo Money. No no Vember. Da da Data. Me? No…

If yes, you know that it’s more than a game…. Seven random letters start your day. Make some words and call it play. “York” doesn’t count — noun is proper. “New” is too short — “Times” can’t stop her! Wonder why this game is a “bee?” It stings you when you disagree…

…to the tune of “How Do You Solve a Problem Like Maria?” He buys the votes then rips his notes. His eyes have got that stare. He saunters on his way to golf And nullifies oath swear And underneath his coiffure He hasn’t got a prayer. …

…gratitude stretching to infinity. James Edwin Webb does still abide for physicists his death denied. Sent to wander dark arena armed with mirrors… and subpoena. True lenses give depth, breadth, and scope to what’s now seen beyond trust’s hope. We wonderers rely on light of internet to track Webb’s flight. NOTE: James Edwin Webb (1906–1992-Infinity). May his spirit and energy live forever in the peace and wonder and gift of space. I am so grateful to have new views of other galaxies in the midst of all the other “news” going on now in humanity’s realm.

The liquidity of time. Old summer was so much less hot than this one is… I kid you not. But kid I was in way back when and our old pool did make me grin. Cold water from a bright green hose. A one-piece suit no shoes, no clothes. Where is she now — This young daughter? In wrinkled tank and time-water. NOTE: Photo: July 1968. Who I was before Roe v. Wade. There is “climate change” going on now at every level. It’s all just so…hot.

…and the word…. A wounded soul. Mad toddler’s rants. Media blitz. Oh…sycophants. Establishment. Patriarchy. “I’ll have my way.” Oligarchy. Up sleeve? ACEs! The highest score. Ten for-t-five …still leads the corps. That patriot: one iota! Word and meaning …in sum, quota. IMPORTANT AND PERSONAL NOTE: Having learned about the ACE…

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