ComplaintsA Poem by Jon Roggie
Let me be honest.
I wasn't supposed to be here. Yes, I am getting ready to start complaining. I am supposed to be a hermit. Walk around in nature, and be by myself. No. It doesn't work that way, and I blame this for turning my hair grey. Doing someone else's time. Before you think I am simply whining, I do realize the joy. After the kid is raised, I can move into the woods. They can visit, but I get to be grumpy. Hard for a hermit to draw the line.
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4 Reviews Added on June 11, 2018 Last Updated on June 11, 2018 AuthorJon RoggiePorterville, CAAboutI tend to ramble, and rarely explain myself. Take that as you will more..Writing
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