The paved right of way of Bourbon Street is 21 feet wide.
I expected more election activity on the street in Huey Pierce Long’s homestate.
No one handing out walking around money, could hardly tell an election was happening
except on TV where the heads were screaming.
Rabbit Ears, 8225 Oak Street
Thou hast nor youth nor age
But as it were an after dinner sleep
Dreaming of both.–T.S.Eliot
Headed out to sea next week.
Bumped into Harold J. Arnold, a.k.a. God’s Poem Writer.
His poems deal with a severe subject, but he, the writer, is a pleasure to encounter.
Powered by WordPress