Living in Circles


Everyone called him Hiney. He died alone in a 
hospital with an amputated leg. I was the only 
one who sent flowers. Sad end for a big man.

People say a lot of things. So do I. This time I’m saying things I’ve been through you never did. You just start and go. That simple. Takes well over an hour. Folksy and chatty and colloquial enough for you? Better be. I’ve got lots more.






























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