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Bill

Bill

I'm a pluviophile who loves rainy days, writes for pleasure, and lives north of Austin, Texas. I enjoy the intrigue, mystery, and confusion of our human nature. I'm happy enough. I enjoy life, appreciate nature, and I experience both the awe and wonder of it all. I am an enigmatic outgoing introvert by nature and a skeptic by reason. I request a good pizza and fine adult beverage for my last meal. Join me on this journey of poems and essays, with occasional fictional fib.

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Quixotic

Sammi’s Weekender #186 (quixotic)

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She laughed. Called me romantic
After I read a poem. Insulted? Quixotic?
Me?
Defender of truth and reality?
Kiss my ass, Bitch! I have feelings, too.


Look both ways when crossing romantic hearts.
Mind the gaps for the barbs of the insulted.

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12/05/2020 Bill
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