Ides

Desperately seeking inspiration, I find that I am not the only one feeling “the weight of the Ides of Nablopomo”.  Whew! There is comfort in knowing I am not alone.

If I was sitting in a comfortable couch, across from you at McLains, I would keep glancing at you until you look up at me, and blow you a kiss, Jenny.

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