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Comment by Dave Lynas on September 23, 2019 at 10:17am

I shook the tree and an apple hit my head Nancy. But it missed your cat.

Comment by Nancy kat on September 23, 2019 at 4:17am

Oooo like the mournful sound of this Dave very fitting for the weather lately! Meeeowww^..^

Comment by Dave Lynas on September 22, 2019 at 1:57pm

Me too Daniel. The blues are flatted. My world is sharp though. If I avoid the news my world still looks beautiful. My head’s deep in the sands of time. Old time.

Comment by Daniel Walter on September 22, 2019 at 1:50pm

i like flat better than sharp. one can always tweak the tuning machine. however, you use your ears and a slide. i'm not there yet. the world could be sharper, the pendulum has to swing back, as my wife Grace says, the wheels of the God's grind slowly but exceedingly fine.

Comment by Dave Lynas on September 22, 2019 at 1:18pm

Thanks Danny. You’re flat Daniel, the World is Sharp. 

Comment by Daniel Walter on September 22, 2019 at 11:20am

Dave, the storm clouds. Heavy. That's because the world is flat.

Comment by Danny Gordon on September 22, 2019 at 11:18am

great job

Comment by Dave Lynas on September 22, 2019 at 7:59am

Same to you Uncle John. The high today was 60. A little uncomfortable without a fire. We went early to harvest more apples. Three boxes and a bag of chews. Yanis will be busy this afternoon and evening peeling cutting and canning the chews. 

Comment by Uncle John on September 22, 2019 at 3:15am

Another somber sonnet.   I like it.  That litle wood stove is gonna need use soon.  Have a good autumn, my friend

Comment by Dave Lynas on September 21, 2019 at 3:49pm

They say there is a land where no storm clouds rise. Oh they tell me of an unclouded day.

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