thoughts on an olympic morning poetry until the possum of phelps drops dead like a hammer falling from a bookshelf during a tornado in mid-western america we’ll continue to praise his swimming and forget about his horrid taste for oversized wanna-be rodents Share this: Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...