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Walter Kitty's Diary

Tag Archives: Manners

I’ll Tell You Stories

February 22, 2019

I’d like To work in a bar Where Only whiskey Is served And beer The occasional Martini Old fashion Manhattan …

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Manmade Shores

August 23, 2018

I crossed The Pacific Coast Highway I jumped to the sand And I ran I ran south on the soft …

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You Skillet You

December 3, 2017

When one is Seasoned Seasoned like an 80 year old Cast iron skillet You shine Or You rust Revisit drinking …

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Intuition Or Age?

January 14, 2011

For friends, relatives and workers out there in the wild: I am very observant. I can see the ever-so-slight smirk, …

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