I just threw in this old picture of me, imitating Mr. Lowery, with my hands behind me and looking down at the rocks. The shadow hides my face, but I wonder if I had a straw/weed in my mouth.
Anyway, Monday night I went to the poetry group meeting at the LAC. Frank D. read a poem that I think I may have to memorize, it was so good. Grady Sue made me recite "Marsupial Strabismus," and Joan made me say "Glinda's Brood." Missed Sherry--she was in the hospital having surgery. I hope everything turned out good. I read "W.H. and W.H." and "Naming the Beasts" to the group.
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Sounds like some of your greatest hits!
Jed
They always make you say that possum poem. I forgot about Sherry's surgery. Must check on her.
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