Jon Roggie
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One moreA Story by Jon RoggieA simple story.The kid has went for a stroll. Anne and Marion are keeping an eye.I find myself crying.Forgot Julian was here.Hand touches my cheek.Hid.. |
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Tala smells the brothA Story by Jon RoggieThey won't let me sleep. Women should not be allowed to take over the cooking.The Maine ccon nods his head.The three muses smile.Rest of you get to wr.. |
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Back to the brothA Story by Jon RoggieTime to take care of a turkey carcass.It is boiling away, and I realize I still have to add a few veggies.Yes. I write in the moment.Who knows what mi.. |
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I might have a plan.A Story by Jon RoggieYes,we might be trying to take over the world, but that is not our current topic.Tapping my heel.Music playing.Someone notices.Plan goes into play.Foo.. |
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Well....A Story by Jon RoggieInteresting voicemail.I seem to be looking into cancer issues.Nice to find out with a phone call.Now, I have to track where my appointment is.Another.. |
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Dog's toe twitchingA Story by Jon RoggiePlaying along.She hears the Hendrix.Zeppilin reaction not as good. Not to her taste.Stones woke her up.She can't get no....Might try some Iggy. |
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Just some brothA Story by Jon RoggieLittle bit of fat,touch of taste.Warm during a winter's night.Something to get you through.Slow sips.Small tastes throughout the night.Steam makes the.. |
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I will tell a storyA Story by Jon RoggieThe voices are echoes.All of us trying a different view.Different story.We get to play.The hair tangles.Living besides a river,tend to notice little t.. |
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SorryA Story by Jon Roggiei try to be honest,even though I might add a touch.Time for a break.One of my usual whines.Hands.Holiday meals did some damage.Weather change is not h.. |
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Spread my handsA Story by Jon RoggieOnce in awhile,I stretch.Needs to be done.Stop myself from cringing.Hiding.Show what I am.Quiet smile.Not hiding.Just don't measure me for a jacket. |
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