dog-eared Memory

dog-eared

’53 twins

gathering dust from a wind

long ago

dog-eared memory

of better times

when a dime was a dime

a gallon of gas took you far

3 speed on the column

a bench seat

for romantic moments

a kiss at a time

a magical ride.

in despair

in despair

in despair they sat

at table 41

discussing WordPress

motorcycle trip

caring less about climate change

just their egos.

I interrupted their conversation

to say nothing kind

but to remind them

I won’t be following such

stuff that is no importance to me

so please stop following my blog

every 30 minutes without a single like

just write another book

ride your bike

 

Have a nice day

 

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