But I can no longer tell
Week days
From weekends
Facts
From fiction
Writing
From rubbish.
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I'm sorry I'm late
But I can no longer tell Week days From weekends Facts From fiction Writing From rubbish.
Sue Clayton
3/5/2020 03:39:40 am
Better late than never, Mary, and your writing/poetry should never occupy the same space as the word "rubbish". Great as always.
Mary Wallace
3/5/2020 06:35:12 am
Thanks Sue. There is no longer any routine to my days.😂
Mary Wallace
3/5/2020 08:58:32 pm
Discerning facts from fiction has become increasingly difficult in all our lives. And respect. So difficult to respect those in power when we can no longer believe what they say. I shall try to take your advice and not let the world dictate my routine, but I'm going to need a much larger calendar so I don't forget what day it is Jim. Stay well.😊 Comments are closed.
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