I wonder
what my future
comes to visit with
upon the present,
‘fore’t continues on
becoming past.
A dog with his paws on his
compan’yunz arms.
Three people talkin’ weed and Somal’ya.
A gluten-(a-)free IPA ‘n
the smell of Sunday roast.
Churnin’ out.
Not (yet) burnin’ out.
Not not learnin’ owt.
I publish very, very nearly everything.
Image credit – WWAY3
william altoft 