That Geo

he got the California

kicked outta him,

and moved to the land

with no teeth.

slurping snow cones

(which were always in season)

and glorifying bushy brows

–deeds to ghost towns,

and recycled rumination,

his views were limitless–

on a monthly basis—

limitless

–bounded only by Netflix

line-up.

About Charron's Chatter

I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

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