I’m About Fed Up With This “Wakanda” Boseman Nonsense!

 

All up and down my reader is some shit about how Chadwick Boseman has now made it to “Wakanda!” What the fuck???!!! Wakanda ain’t fucking real!! What is wrong with you?

Here is an excerpt from some blog about Boseman and Wakanda:

Losing Chadwick was part of the loss of a fantasy. Rest in Power, Sleep in Peace King T’Challa. Wakanda Forever

And another one from a different blog:

T’Challa is not dead… The Black Panther has only had one stand alone film within which to see his growth. If American Black fans keep expressing the loss of The Black Panther and Chadwick Boseman as one of the same, they risk not ever seeing a black male character showcased in the near future of the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

And we have another one:

Wakanda Forver! I was one of those fans who saw Black Panther multiple times.

And another one:

Rest In Peace to our King. Rest In Peace to our Black Panther. Wakanda Forever!

And here we go again!

Rest Well King T’challa. We will forever honor your memory. Wakanda Forever!

And if that is not bad enough, dumbass Whoopi Goldberg weighs in.

Whoopi Goldberg Urges Disney to Build Wakanda Theme Park in Honor of Chadwick Boseman: ‘PLEASE’

 

Whoopi Goldberg is calling on Disney to create a Black Panther-inspired theme park in memory of the late actor Chadwick Boseman.

“Dear People in charge of building NEW experiences Disney Land and World,” Goldberg began her plea Sunday.

“We don’t really need another Frozen land BUT what we could use is Wakonda[sic], please Disneyworld Disneyland PLEASE build in Chadwick Boseman’s name WAKONDA” she wrote.

That dumb heifer couldn’t even get the spelling right. And yet her ass is worth around $60 million and so if she wants a theme park built in honor of a fictional character from a fictional country, WAKONDA, she can build it her damn self. But she is begging the white man to build that shit. Well, she certainly stays true to form since her many partners have included ugly ass white Frank Langella, Ted Danson, Timothy Dalton, Jeffrey Cohen; all white men and so since she knows so many white men since she has dated them, then I am quite sure that all she has to do is place phone calls to each and every one of them(that’s still live and not on life support) and between the lot of them, they could come up with the money for Whoopi’s WAKONDA theme park. For the love of !!!!

First of all, a man acted in movies and then he died; tragically, we are all going to die, some of us at an earlier age than we’d probably like. But to call the man a “king,” and then reference a fake ass, made up, non-existent ‘kingdom’ in Africa and consistently use it to pay your respects to the dead man for his send off is truly ludicrous and shows that too many of you already live in a fantasy world. I get it. Reality is a bitch! It sucks! But that’s what we got. We don’t have any kings, real or fictional. We don’t have a WAKONDA as Whoopie Goldberg calls it, nor do we have a WAKANDA. Get over it! The man was just as mortal as the rest of us.

What you should be focusing on is how did this man die from colon cancer at the age of 43 when we are told that we ought to get our first screening for colon cancer at age 45? But that certainly did not help Chadwick Boseman.

American Cancer Society Guideline for Colorectal Cancer Screening

The ACS recommends that people at average risk* of colorectal cancer start regular screening at age 45. This can be done either with a sensitive test that looks for signs of cancer in a person’s stool (a stool-based test), or with an exam that looks at the colon and rectum (a visual exam).

People who are in good health and with a life expectancy of more than 10 years should continue regular colorectal cancer screening through the age of 75.

For people ages 76 through 85, the decision to be screened should be based on a person’s preferences, life expectancy, overall health, and prior screening history.

People over 85 should no longer get colorectal cancer screening.

*For screening, people are considered to be at average risk if they do not have:

  • A personal history of colorectal cancer or certain types of polyps

  • A family history of colorectal cancer

  • A personal history of inflammatory bowel disease (ulcerative colitis or Crohn’s disease)

  • A confirmed or suspected hereditary colorectal cancer syndrome, such as familial adenomatous polyposis (FAP) or Lynch syndrome (hereditary non-polyposis colon cancer or HNPCC)

  • A personal history of getting radiation to the abdomen (belly) or pelvic area to treat a prior cancer

My dad died at the age of 62 from colon cancer and so I had to include that in my family history. BIG fucking mistake. The next thing I know, I am told that I need to get a colonoscopy every 5 years because I am now considered to have a “family history,” thanks to dear, departed dad.

The first one went smoothly. I had slight discomfort. I was awake and it did not last long. Afterwards, I was told that I had diverticulosis, which are small bulging sacks in the colon. I was told that where they come from is uncertain, but it could be due to constipation. Now, I don’t know who has never been constipated. But anyway, I was told that I would be fine and to come back in FIVE(5) years for another colonoscopy. In five years, I was at a different facility when I underwent the second colonoscopy. BIG fucking mistake! The asshole ‘doctor’ that performed that colonoscopy had me screaming in agony throughout the entire procedure. I knew that I was not supposed to be going through that because I had had a colonoscopy before. After the procedure was over, the pain was so severe in my stomach, I vowed that I would NEVER get another colonoscopy. I was told by the ‘doctor’ that he had to remove two small polyps which turned out to be hyperplastic polyps.

What are Hyperplastic Polyps?

Hyperplastic polyps are benign tumors of the small bowel, which in most cases grow slowly and remain asymptomatic. More rarely, the tumors might grow at a more rapid rate or grow larger than normal, causing symptoms such as pain and digestive problems. About 90 percent of all polyps found in the small bowel are hyperplastic. The remaining 10 percent are either adenomas, which are benign tumors that are of glandular origin, or are associated with a syndrome that leads to overgrowth of polyps.

The very next year, I was in the hospital suffering from diverticulitis which is inflammation of the colon where the bulging sac is. I knew exactly what it was and in fact, I told the doctors in the ER before they even examined me that I had diverticulitis. I was sent for a CT scan and yes indeed, that is what I had. I was given two antibiotics; Cipro and Flagyl. One causes kidney damage and the other causes cancer, so yeah, I really wanted to take those. Anyway, the next primary care doctor that I saw when I moved to a different state asked me about my family history and when I told him about my dad and the fact that I had already had TWO colonoscopies, he stated that that does not constitute a “family history” of colon cancer when only one family member has had it. He also told me that I obviously don’t have the ‘trait’ that leads to colon cancer and that furthermore, I should NOT have any more colonoscopies performed. And believe me, I will not.

Because of colonoscopies, I now have to take certain seeds out of my food. I cannot eat nuts. I cannot eat watermelon unless it is seedless. I cannot eat corn. The things that are the most healthy for us, I cannot eat or either, I have to dig the seeds out and make sure that I don’t miss one or back in the hospital, I am going.

So people, I do understand that colon cancer is a big problem, especially here in America where our diets are so ridiculous, it ain’t even funny. But I want you to know that you seriously need to stop with the fast food and the other garbage because believe me, even when you get a colonoscopy, those things, in my opinion, are more trouble than they are worth. That procedure did not help me. It has actually made MY life a living hell. One lady I spoke with about colonoscopies told me that they found so much horrifying shit in her colon, it was unreal, but she said that, even so, she will NEVER undergo another colonoscopy in her life and I don’t much blame her. I have so much trouble with my colon now, I live in fear every single day that I’ve eaten something that is going to get stuck in that sac in my colon that I do believe was caused by the first colonoscopy, for why had I never experienced ANY type of colon problems until the first colonoscopy and then the second one, tore me all to pieces?

In summation, why Chadwick Boseman succumbed to colon cancer before his 45th birthday, I don’t know because even the American Cancer Society advises colon cancer screening starting at age 45. I don’t know Chadwick Boseman’s family history and so I cannot speculate as to when he should have started colon cancer screenings, but what I do know is that if you want to put Chadwick Boseman on a pedestal, put him up there as the face of horrendous medical care in Amerikkka because what we have here for medical care is akin to a torture chamber and American descendants of slavery always seem to come out the worse for it. Most of us don’t even live long enough to collect Social Security Retirement Income because we’ve died thanks to a racist medical system. My dad never saw a penny of Social Security Retirement because he was still working right up until he just could not take the pain anymore and right after that, succumbed. In essence, Black people are paying for whites to sit up on Social Security. Yeah! Dismantle that shit and see how far they get!

Chadwick Boseman does not need a Disney theme park in his honor. If you want to honor Chadwick Boseman, set up a fund to send more ADOS to medical schools in order to provide more American descendants of slavery with medical professionals who are looking after our health because the white medical establishment is hell bent on our annihilation. Those of us who make up the ADOS community never look pass the glitz and glamour to the reality of what we really need; what is really real. We need Black doctors. We need Black medical institutions. We need Black psychiatrists and Black therapists.

There is NO King T’Challa. There is NO Wakanda. There is NO Black Panther. That is ALL based on FICTION. It is a fantasy. It is not reality. The man has not died and gone to Wakanda for if he had, then he would be back with us because he would have been cured with ‘vibranium’. But Wakanda is NOT real. “Long live the king?” NO! The ‘king’ never existed. Chadwick Boseman is dead. He played a character called “The Black Panther.” He was not a superhero. He just played one. Try and get that through your heads. Yes, our lives are shitty and fucked up, but pretending that fantasy is real is not going to help matters. Pretending that Chadwick Boseman was a king and that he is lying in state in Wakanda is not helpful for your mental state. So walk yourselves back to reality and give up the fantasy and take care of your body and your mind because, believe me, our enemies are real and they are right here in Amerikkka and they are REALLY trying to fuck us up! That IS our reality!

Walt Disney Told Our Story!

 

 

Black History Month is at an end
and Walt Disney told our story.
We learned about Wakanda
and Black Panther got the glory.

Wearing dashikis and head wraps,
we clapped and cheered for Wakanda;
that magical of all kingdoms,
it looks just like Uganda!

Now, Uganda is over in Africa,
and the poverty rate is high.
Healthcare is abysmal
and people with cholera, they still die.

The folks over in Somalia?
They ain’t looking so good.
Trump just bombed them again,
just like I knew he would.

But over by way of Ethiopia,
the folks there got a plight.
They ain’t eating at all.
And it ain’t about a hunger strike.

The African women of Liberia
have long been seen as slaves;
sex slaves to be exact
and that don’t get no praise.

What about over in Kenya?
They got educated folks
and still, some end up homeless
Look it up, this ain’t no hoax.

Now we come to Ghana,
is this a kingdom too?
It was once ruled by the British.
Does that give you a clue?

Libya is off the chain
and slavery is everywhere.
America and NATO
filled Libyans with despair.

But we celebrate Black History Month
with Black Panther to the rescue.
There’s a kingdom over in Africa,
where lives the privileged few.

Wakanda, is its name.
Its Black Panther leads the charge
against usurpers to the throne
within the kingdom or at large.

Vibranium is its weapon,
against enemies far and wide.
I bet real African nations
wish this kingdom was by their side.

Between fantasy and reality,
we choose fantasy every time.
and we’d rather pay Walt Disney
 our last hard-earned dime.

We don’t care about Liberia,
because that is just too real.
And we don’t live in Uganda
where cholera is a big deal.

We want to live in Wakanda,
fake as it can be.
But that is what we are,
fake people with a fake history.

This here ends Black History,
with many thanks to Walt Disney
who sat us down in Wakanda;
a kingdom; a magical fantasy.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2018 Shelby I. Courtland

In my opinion, it is a shame that throughout this entire short month that has been set aside to showcase Black History, Walt Disney and Marvel COMICS took over the focus that should have been on REAL Black heroes and heroines who were on the front lines, battling  slavery, oppression, Jim Crow, segregation, voting rights, gentrification, mass unemployment, mass homelessness, a school-to-prison pipeline, mass incarceration, income inequality, substandard health care, cuts to education, inadequate housing, economic inequality, food insecurity, crime, violence, drugs, gangs, teen pregnancies and high homicide rates of Black youth in inner cities and the list is endless.

There was no focus on the above because Black people were so easily distracted into wearing African head wraps and dashikis because a movie was hyped about a fictional kingdom in Africa where there was untold wealth and a superhero to the rescue to protect his rich kingdom.

We would rather remain blind to the facts and to reality. We want, for two hours, to forget the realities we face because we need to be made to ‘feel good’ about belonging to some kingdom in Africa that isn’t even real. How pathetic is that? We want Walt Disney to hurry up and give us Part II of “Wakanda Forever” just in time for next Black History Month so that we can, again, focus on fantasy and not on our reality. How sad is that?

When have we ever lived a “Wakanda Forever” life here in AmeriKKKa? Do you seriously think that even with the links that I have provided in my poem, that the REAL Africa is anything at all like what Walt Disney would have you believe?

When you left the theater, did you see “Wakanda” when you stepped outside? Did you see “Wakanda” when you returned home? Did you see “Wakanda” when you checked out the local news where you live? Did you see “Black Panther” save any Black man, woman or child from being arrested or shot and killed by cops for playing in a park with a toy gun or for failing to use the proper turn signal or for selling loose, un-taxed cigarettes or for simply sleeping in their bed?

How did paying Walt Disney and Marvel Comics for the ‘pleasure’ of watching their distraction help you in any way? Did wearing your dashiki and African head wrap stop the police from pulling you over? Did wearing your dashiki and African head wrap stop your landlord from handing you an eviction notice because your neighborhood is about to be gentrified? Did the “Black Panther” swoop down and take you to “Wakanda Forever?” If you are reading this, Black man, woman, teenager(the few who can read), then the answer is “NO!”

Black History Month? Who needs it when we’ve got “Wakanda Forever!”

“Wakanda?” Forever!

“Thank you Walt Disney for supplying us with our REAL and TRUE History, THIS Black History Month! All hail Walt Disney!”

I Am Searching For Something I Will Never Find

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I am searching for something I will never find;
a love so pure and ethereal of some kind.
Lost in a dream world of fantasy and books;
tired of love based on money and looks.

Earthy passion has no place for me.
Too scared I’ll get up with an STD.
Only lust and sex are intertwined
and to believe any different is asinine.

The times we live in are scary as hell.
And then you find yourself alone as well.
The man you think of as only yours
is out driving around in search of whores.

But you say you love him and you need a man.
You need wisdom because he has a plan.
He will use you and he may speak of love
while knowing full well what he’s guilty of.

When he is in your bed, he is thinking of her.
You see, he is a pro and you’re just an amateur.
And you turn to him and you look into his eyes,
not even seeing the telltale signs of lies.

Oh yes, the times we live in are scary indeed.
He is your addiction, on which you feed.
And he is one more reason to lose all trust.
You see, men will be men and they’re all ruled by lust.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2016 Shelby I. Courtland

Ladies, be careful out there. Because this is real, as real as it gets. Men are ruled by lust, lust for power, money and sex. Anything else is secondary and that means, you. Just take a look around. What do you see? Who are called, ‘the powerbrokers’? How many times have you heard of ‘The Boy’s Club’? Oh, it’s exclusive, alright and it ‘excludes’ you. You are to only be seen at the proper time and under the proper circumstances. Men tell you what to look like as in how many cosmetic surgery procedures you must undergo to achieve ‘the look’ as established by men. Men tell you what to wear, how to style your hair, even down to the stiletto heels you must wear because men have decided that you must suffer deformities in order to look sexy and you do it. You do everything men tell you to do and quite frankly, I wonder is it really for love or for something else? Search within yourself, you’ll find the answers. And many of you, already know them. Be honest with yourself and about what men want and what they are.

I Didn’t Boycott The Oscars At All!

The 85th Academy Awards® will air live on Oscar® Sunday, February 24, 2013.

I am living proof of Negro history.
I live it each and every day.
The white man thinks he’s doing me a favor
by telling me to celebrate my history, HIS way!

I don’t live and breathe for the white man.
Nor will I let him control who I am.
I won’t go to him for any ole awards
because for his accolades, I don’t give a damn.

I didn’t boycott the Oscars at all.
Why the hell should I even care?
I know where the fuck I stand.
Why would I sit in front of a box and stare?

Oh I hear how Chris Rock told some jokes.
And Tracy Morgan played the fool in a skit.
But what is really so funny in the end
is that this was all just some Black History shit!

And so we end this Black History at The Oscars
 with Al Sharpton protesting out back
and Melissa Harris-Perry, what can I say?
Either she quit or she got the fucking sack.

I guess ‘Twelve Years A Slave’ got no sequel.
And ‘The Butler’ dropped Massa’s rum punch.
‘The Help’ ain’t here to pick up the pieces
of the Black Hollywood Brady Bunch!

So, pick your ‘coon’ part and play it to the hilt.
Sell some tickets and be thankful for your job.
You don’t need an award from the white man,
just an adoring theater going mob.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2016 Shelby I. Courtland

Go ask Niggers With Attitude(N.W.A.), they’ll tell ya! Straight Outta Compton grossed 201.6 million, so where are the awards and I know Negroes flocked to that movie like flies on shit?

You fucking know the score. Deal with it or don’t! But just shut the fuck up because the white man don’t give a shit about your boycotts when you’ve already paid the price for his movie tickets. And when Massa decides to make another movie about some white folks needing some maid and butler services, be sure to head on inside a movie theater, pay for your ticket and watch your life play out in front of you. When Massa decides to hire some Negroes to play ‘400 Years A Slave’, there ya go! Head on back in and watch YOUR role in the Trans-Atlantic Slave Trade play out, but don’t expect no goddamn Oscar for that shit. Hell! Anybody can scream, moan, wring their hands and gnash their teeth while getting their fucking back lashed! Maybe they’ll make a ‘White Chicks II’ starring some more Black-assed motherfuckers all got up in ‘white’ face and they’ll finally win an Oscar for that shit! But….uh…don’t hold yer breath!

Meanwhile, ‘The Hood’ burns! And guess who stars in that shit???!!!!!! Yeah! Our children!!! You dumbass motherfuckers don’t even know what’s goddamn important and some goddamn awards ain’t fucking important!!!!!!!!!!

Black Medusa!

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She will bewitch you, if you stare.
Behold her beauty, if you dare.
She’s a sultry, Grecian mystery
 straight out of Greek mythology.

Her hair of entwined snakes
 ensnares all the men she dates.
She watches you intently
 from eyes that are unfriendly.

Come closer, she won’t bite.
Never look at her in fright.
They call her Black Medusa
claims she hails from Tuscaloosa.

Though she came from across the sea,
she’s a morbid curiosity.
Do not let her near your heart,
 and don’t stay with her after dark.

She’ll spin slowly in the wind
and her serpents, she’ll defend.
You’ll become her sacrifice
 as the cobra’s strike’s precise.

Turned to stone by Black Medusa
who they say is from Tuscaloosa.
But we all know that not’s true.
She’s just a myth that grew and grew.

But is she?

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2015 Shelby I. Courtland

I dedicate this one to HungLikeJesus or as I like to call him, “HLJ!” It was born from another poem of mine titled, “To All The Men I’ve Never Loved!”

HLJ called me a “slow motion Medusa” and so this one is for you! HLJ, you said that I could send you my love as long as I stay far, far away from you. So, I’m sending this poem to you, with my love! You were my inspiration!

I’ve Been Down The Darkest Road!

darkest road

A land more kind than home,
I exchange for a cold nowhere.
There is danger at the border.
And I haven’t got a prayer.

I sense thunder in the distance,
to the cliff, I must draw near.
My back is to the edge;
eyes wide in watchful fear.

The final truth, I seek,
taking secrets to the grave.
The priest must stand alone.
My confession, to him, I gave.

The gods of guilt are here
from the City of Countless Lies.
My tortured soul seeks shelter.
Death takes me by surprise.

A cry, I hear so close
from my lips of icy dread.
I am lost to all of earth
and must walk among the dead.

On cursed ground, I stand.
No proof of life, I see.
The innocent all lie sleeping.
I have met my enemy.

Oh mirror to my soul,
I request respite tonight.
I’ve been down the darkest road.
Pray, lead me towards the light.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2015 Shelby I. Courtland

Return My Stolen Wings!

wings

I was seduced by an angel;
a guardian of the night.
He was master of desire
and bathed in moonlight.

Lost in paradise wild,
adrift in savage dreams,
there was no place to run
and no one to hear my screams.

Just one night with you
was magically unchained.
A song of soul was sung
with feelings, unrestrained.

When night was at its darkest
and shrouded in dense fog,
I was led towards my destiny
and sucked down into the bog.

Wake me, earthly lover!
Or am I forever in a dream?
Pluck me from these murky depths.
Pray hear my smothered scream!

Release me from this cage
Of darkness, not of light.
Return my stolen wings
or for my freedom, must I fight?

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2015 Shelby I. Courtland

The battle between ‘good’ and ‘evil’ rages on. Sometimes, you cannot always tell the ‘good’ ones from the ‘evil’ ones, in dreams and in reality for it pays to look beyond a mere façade because that pretty package could be gift wrapped, death.

Before The Drums Of Autumn Beat…

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Before the drums of autumn beat,
I’ll spend summer by the sea.
Lying upon a sandy beach,
you bring the temptress out in me.

A thousand guilty pleasures,
I’ll take them as they come.
A goddess of the night,
to my charms, you will succumb.

I was born out of defiance;
a temptation, I cannot fight.
We blend perfectly together,
such passions, we ignite.

All along this broken road,
wandering aimlessly for miles.
I’ll charm you with obsidian eyes
and bewitch you with my wiles.

A spell I cast so long ago
on Hell’s Highway, I made.
My soul I gave to him that took
all that I had to trade.

I’ll return to you always
without a shadow of a doubt.
Midnight’s games we’ll surely play
under love’s sweet gushing spout.

So wait for me, I won’t be long.
I have my duty to perform.
But I will come right back to you
in an otherworldly form.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2015 Shelby I. Courtland

Do not ask. I have no idea where this one came from or even what it means. It has been said that people who are creative are insane. This could then, be the reason. And now, I can indulge in ‘maniacal’ laughter.

Be The Star Of Your Own Show!

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The duke’s daughter was a winsome little creature.
She was sought by all the fops that were in debt.
Her mind was not focused on her duty.
Nor did she care for the dandies of her set.

She approached the ‘season’ with trepidation.
Her heart wasn’t in it, not at all.
What she wanted was to be upon the stage,
and not attend yet another boring Ball.

She decided to trade places with her maid.
The two looked so very much alike.
They both were such winsome little creatures.
But her maid had qualities, unladylike.

The deception proved daunting, yes it did.
But her ladyship was headstrong more than most.
They got down to the business of trading places,
to take over the others rightful post.

Now the duke never really saw his daughter.
She was just another countless number in his brood.
His son; his heir was more important.
And the girls were eye candy to be viewed.

The transformation took place without a hitch.
The daughter of a duke began to act.
She found life quite hard in the beginning.
But she was determined to go on and not look back.

The former daughter of a duke did get her break.
She had the cutest little dimples in her cheeks.
To the stage, she took like ducks to water
And at night, she’s wined and dined by princely sheiks.

Now her likeness is married to an Earl.
He welcomes her dowry and her blushes.
Little does he know he’s been deceived,
by what he thinks is the daughter of a duchess.

Ah, the vagaries of life, what can I say
when one yearns for what the other has?
They both assume a different role,
So, let’s all jump the fence and test the grass.

Will we like what we find on the other side?
There is only one way to ever know.
Step out of your comfort zone and try,
to live life and be the star of your own show.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2015 Shelby I. Courtland

Whatever you want to do in life, don’t let anyone or anything hold you back; not even fear. Just be the ‘star of your own show’!

An Old Gnarled Tree?

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Leaning carelessly up against a wicket gate,
having lurched to it in a drunken state.
Straight from the Horse And Goose Liver Inn,
from the fog in my mind, a tale I’ll spin.

On a moonlit night, I did see
two lovers ensnared in rhapsody.
Twas a sight to behold,
those lovers so bold.

In a fierce embrace
of twine and lace,
they rose from the lake
like a glistening snake.

Sparkling droplets fell
as my bleary eyes beheld
ragged limbs unfold
and an owl did scold.

But no glances or blushes
or whispered hushes
did they exchange with me
this old gnarled tree.

Sprinkles of rain on eyelashes, landed
and now I know why my vision was slanted.
No more will I drink to befuddle my mind
a menace of a vice and much maligned.
If a drunk speaks sober, then what does she see,
two lovers mistaken for an old gnarled tree?


Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland

Well, I am quite sure that this little lighthearted piece will be a welcome change. Newsflash! It won’t last long.

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