Sittin on the front porch
Suckin on a beer
Feet up on the railing
With a bag of Frito’s near
The trees are full of squirrels
With acorns on their mind
And on the ground the chipmunk
Eat whatever they can find
I watch the random traffic
Come and go at will
But since we have this virus thing
The streets are pretty still
But none of that much bothers me
Why’s that you might ask
Because I’ve figured out how to
Drink beer through a mask
About oldmainer
I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at poormanspoet.wordpress.com to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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Hahaha. Your super power!
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Love it! Cheers
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Excellent!
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Picture PLEASE !!!!!!!!!
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