A touch of angerA Poem by Jon Roggie
Time for a vent.
Ramones playing, and I feel myself growing cold. I will not go into details, because the list is growing too long. Simply stated, I am getting flipping tired. He is your father! Now, apparently the fifteen minute visits are too much. Talk about how much you are doing, when you stand in front of the congregation. I know you need a break. Don't worry, the watch continues. Enjoy your four days on the coast. © 2015 Jon RoggieReviews
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Added on February 7, 2015Last Updated on February 7, 2015 AuthorJon RoggiePorterville, CAAboutI tend to ramble, and rarely explain myself. Take that as you will more..Writing
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