4 thoughts on ““Such Sweet Cajoles”

      • I took a taste of my arm: thou art (have to be) sweeter. My tongue in rebellion after all that salt from a humid sweat-down walk downtown. I did find the week-old Hurricane Irma haiku and will repost today. All but the last-day stuff (which actually is the day before the last day) done. Now all I have to do is suffer the radio repeatedly telling me what manifestly it does not know, ad infinitum, ad nauseum. I should be able to make Friday on-line, but Saturday is a hangupinair thing. Thursday I shall trek to Sis-In-Laws to help move stuff indoors (she worries about what the radio keeps telling her and brother Storm hibernating and needs not the heart-excitement: but I will torment him as per usual.

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