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: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on X (Opens in new window) X Print (Opens in new window) Print Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email More Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr 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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