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Aug 25, 2014 23:26

Someone asked me if I ever write poetry. I don't. I have tried, and have some pieces on file that I consider poetic, but not poetry. Poetry is just not something I understand. I have read some that I really liked, but don't seek it out as a general rule.

There are raccoons in my neighborhood, and possibly living in my grandfather's garage. I saw one trundle thru the backyard a couple of months ago, durting the day. Two nights ago, I heard a growling outside. I turned off my light to see out the window better, and there was a raccoon walking across the garage roof. Have no idea what it was growling about. last night, I was sitting at my desk when I hear something at the window screen. I look around the side of my laptop and there is a raccoon looking into my window. It ran off when I banged my desk. It came back a few minutes later, so I threw water at it.

I hate raccoons and all rodents and pests. I especially hate them trying to get into my bedroom. Disgusting creatures.

I went for a walk with a friend thru the woods last week. Very nice woods. Reminded me of the Lake Claire Land Trust off Moreland Ave in Atlanta. Love that place. Really want to see it again and introduce my friend to it.

life sucks and i hope I die in my sleep. this is my wish every night.
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