Mullingover Stories

Mulling over all By james a. galgano With words unplanned so thoughtlessly spoken to empty walls which surround Your aimless wander which you hope, will irredeemably will clearly explain. Every idle justification you make in some indefensible diatribe to defend. Time's verdict cast upon you by the jury of passing time whose echoes resound. With a sound like a whimper that reverberates like echoes of idle disdain Which surrounds your sweat-beaded brow where you endlessly hope to pretend? Will find a way by mere well-phrased conjecture upon panoply of facts unsound. To describe your every well-planned reason though without proof which refrains From supportable argument you endlessly make wishing will rectify but never end