Poor Mr. Hyperbole,
the saddest man you’ll ever see,
his heart is made of straw and hay
(at least that’s what he likes to say),
it burns with fire half the day
then all the rest is blown away
except his words–his fixation–
which negate exaggeration
I feel terrible that I haven’t read through everyone’s stuff all this time. I will be back at the blogging more when May rolls around. Hope everyone is doing good. If anyone needs anything just use the contact page. Until then, happy trails and God bless! –C. D.
Lovely, I have been missing your writings.
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Thanks. I miss writing and miss all y’all as well
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Brilliant!!! 😁
I’ve missed you too my friend!
Hope you are well 🖤
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Except for not having time to be on here, all is well. Miss you too friend!
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Safe travels my friend 🖤🖤
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Back again on the Yellow Brick Road.
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Had to take some detours and a couple backroads but yeah, I can see the road from here.
Hope you’re doing well!
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In isolation the past few weeks blessed to have books and music to keep me buoyed up. Stay safe
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Shared here..
https://grumpysgiftspoetry.org/2020/05/09/mr-hyperbole-c-d-anders/
Great piece. 😉
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