Lost in the maze on Christmas Day, three gunmen sure came my way. One to my face, then one from behind, one couldn’t pop off, neither could mine, but with each pistol, I could proudly say, I found myself on Christmas Day. D.J. Whisenant Advertisements
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I don’t read books as often as I should. I’d quit my job here right now if I could. I don’t take risks as often as I should, but I should not need to worry. I don’t cook food as often as I should. I’m prone to let my words get misconstrued. I don’t man up as often as […]
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When you physically ache before
posting something you wrote because
you know your mother will read it,
that’s when you know the inspiration cuts deep.
Sadly, I’ve been to the emergency room once before and
can’t afford another bill,
with or without insurance.
I guess these thoughts will have to wait to see
light on some other day,
one that’s more stable and
fulfills a narrative that
doesn’t destroy me
from the inside out.
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