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WELL—WE’LL MISS YOU, GIRL! HURRY BACK NOW—AND GIVE OUR REGARDS TO BLAKE—REAL OR NOT

Didi Oviatt

Feels like a dream, this can’t be real. We know how it got this far, we can’t pretend like we don’t. As if it does any good to try and make sense of that awkward reflection of hindsight; when people analyze every mistake that was ever made, adding them up, questioning their lives in general along with the lives of everyone around them… plus some. It’s exhausting, really. Allowing oneself to do that is enough to drive a person batty, I refuse.

Our world is what it is right now because viruses spread (despite their origins), people panic and lose all sense of common sense, and because not only does everyone have a voice, but they choose to shove that voice down the throat of everyone around them. Like each person’s opinion is better than everyone else’s opinion, and the next thing you know there are so many ‘professional opinions’…

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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