Victoria Waters
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   the day the fans turned



lopsided as hell
makes a scratching sound going round
sun has traded places with breezy bamboo
then it stopped
 
I spoke to the sheriff today
somewhat
retraced old steps
spoke with friends
young man
stood by my suggestion that 'work' would be good
amidst differences
 
no, I don't necessarily want nor intendforyou to read
anything that is on the screen just because I leave it
That's your take my friend
a word crappily strung together end on end.
life shows us many things doesn't it
It does.
 
the fan still makes a  God awful sound
right there with the fallen ceiling
volvo wagon instead of a muddy jeep
who is who and what is what
It's who we are whether we like it or not
and I will continue and so will you
 
me and my cronies you and yours
seldom together occassionally; are we really