Poetry, again. Not mine

December 11, 2020

But rather Will’s.

(I wonder if I’ll ever have the nerve to do 135: I am horribly aware I am not Ron Jeremy or LBJ.)

Feelingly speaking about lies and age.

One of the famouser ones.

A plea for listening to the subtext.

About age. Again.

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