Brain tumor

We thought maybe stroke, We were typically wrong, Judy went to Iowa City , Windy ass Iowa Spring day, Thirty mile an hour winds, Got there, Got home safely, My dear friend, Not perfect, But fun, We had terrific times, We never fought, Our friendship better then the sisters that carried mom’s blood, A fighterContinue reading “Brain tumor”

My sister Judy

No blood links us, Adopted she was by me, Met playing words with friends, Trump supporter four years ago, Like the song from the nineteen seventies, ‘Blinded by the light!’ Not alone sure that what America needed was a business man, trump wealthy spoiled brat, No callus on his hands, No heart in his chest,Continue reading “My sister Judy”

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