As old as I

Too much time to think.

Especially about the past.  Every so often I catch myself thinking about old girlfriends in high school.  Lucy, Terry, Anne, and the two Pats.  Easy friendly smiles with teen girl complexions.  Warm hands and voluptuous lips.  Wouldn’t it be good to see them now?  But, wait a minute!  I keep forgetting they would be as old as me.  Yikes!  As I discussed before having arms and legs sprinkled with barnacles just as I have.  Bags under the eyes and double chins.  Yuck!  Snap out of it Chuck.  Just get back to figuring out your Windows Ten operation problems.  Why is my Email so slow?  

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Published by Okie Beyond borders

I come from a family who migrated from the parched red dirt Plaines of southern rural Oklahoma. Migrating to blue collar working class community of East Los Angeles. There is where I was born. I am Mr. Writermelon. I can only write what my grammar and spell checker allows. I am neither profound nor profane. Boy howdy! Send comment to: Mr.writermelon@gmail.com

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