When looking out from my porch, my stoop, on mornings so early in the day it is still night. At such times as are in the frequent of acquaintanceship between merchant house and local patron crewe. At those moments of decision between personable affectations for the comings and goings of a cogent few. While the days grow long and the first slowly crawls below registrar of its inhibitions amidst the flow of prayerful laud. The clamour of snaps from a window seat on the knit of busy and brogue careering individuals of the kindly persuation.
It is in the method of proper housecleaning that the adversity of division amongst ranks goes flat toward the goal of the presser man or just the ‘Man’ in general. Whether or not he is in good standing with the accomplished seekers of the new trains. Is she out of the school towns and back down South on those streets allowing only the remittance of their own.
Or are they alway in conceit by grace. Alturistic by an aggressive front of salacious or soporific flumoxedness at having found oneself yet again out on a limb. At a want of falsified release and singing it like a fellow field of a cursed faux pa. Having spoken too much over the qualms of John Barleycorn and penitent old maids. All in. The cards read the closest cut to steven at the even that can be attested to under fair and clement tides.
Frank sincerity and pointing without the prejudice of fleeting agrandizement at thorough concetenation in the frugal purchase of hot dice being made. The last idle in a surmount of codgered indicative. The laughable rebuff in a corner for the lady with the shopping window dress on. Tall in her grinning wingspan and talented with the publishing removal of the foot from the shoe.
The petty kukes no longer trying for anything but to at least survive until the Sunday next when reality will check again. The real MacCoy and indeed make crux out of a sitch in the new repute of burden aye and cardio player. Dalliances aloft the tide and no longer being called recluse or hindered by labor in the the passing of a fix. In stead a sights on, and glam expurgated new, new, freight dweller at 1st night 🌃 out on the march with a new moon 🌑 to have a go by.
Certain choices have a means of thoroughly changing one’s manner, one’s perspective in looking on the day. Whether or not we can put forth those offerings consistent with the same means to abide the banners and blazes of the the kindled few. There, there. The pleasant exchange of both profligate and peddlar in the exempt and rather contritious volume of the weekly ad sheet. Given a few simple open windows for query and lofting the penant of high glory in the early evenings of this olde life.
Good luck, God Bless, don’t dabble in to much mischief and you’ll be no bickerer undue the curtail and end to curtesy in the top drawer responses of the corner scoreshop and time to pull. Lol
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