Image I think this is a picture of me near the Mexican border last Christmas flashing my new combover for the Holiday Season… 19 Tuesday Sep 2017 Posted by Ronald E. Shields in poems ≈ 3 Comments Share this: Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email More Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window) Pocket Like Loading...
Poetry on the run 
Gonna have to change your name to William S. ?
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Yeah, I am Always confusing myself with the man…one of the reasons I started sporting the beard is so I can tell us apart. My shrink says the confusion is harmless as long as I stay away from the needle and young boys.
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…oh and the combover, she says definitely stay away from the combover!
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