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| Sleep -- Perchance to Dream
Posted: 2/20/2005 2:39:23 PM | Hey-o. Good to see ya'll here again. I have just enough time for a wee quickie today. Oh, say the title really quick and you'll get it:
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Ohwha Tanas Siam
I would laugh at a two-headed calf
If I were so moved
I’d have cause to take a pause
Just to see which head would moo
I’m not too cool be a little cruel
My discretion often says “adieu”
As I poke fun at others, sisters and brothers
I have to roar at myself, too
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Feeling a little parched and tired, but pretty good overall. I should be back later..I hope.
Later, eh. | |
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| Soaked in beer -- fortified by chicken.
Posted: 2/20/2005 2:57:09 PM | Well, I just bought myself some time to give proper meets and greets to the barn visitors.
Longte...she probably was a nice lady if she wasn't drunk and dressed like a ten-dollar prostitute. I was beered up just enough to be more blunt and sarcastic than usual. I did feel kinda bad afterwards, but another beer eased my anguish. And, yeah, I have a lot of errant hair growth and hair loss to look forward to in the future. I can feel the process starting already. Eee.. Good poem, pardner. Made me roar. Thanks.
Miz...loverly one. I got beat by a nice, young lady at pool last night as well. Fortunately, I'm a gracious loser and an even more humble winner. She was pretty good about it as well. Good to have you here in ye olde barne.
Agent...didn't I see you there? Did you spend the weekend in Saskatoon? Pretty sure I saw you there, arguing with the VLT in the corner.
Shortypants...greetings to you and welcome to the barn. Watch your step...the cleaners haven't come by for a few days and I have this spastic colon that gets away on me at times...sorry. But don't let some sticky shoes prevent you from coming back.
Okay...I have to forage for food and heal up for the work-week. Paper-pushing is exhausting, especially if you make motorboat sounds as you shove it all around the desk.
See ya'll tomorrow! | |
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| icecream,corndogs,chocolate cake,sugar cookies and chips
Posted: 2/20/2005 7:28:04 PM | what steps we take to make things work
to get a smile....to be liked....
I wonder if it ever works....
I know it is what is on the inside that counts...
but if you use things to go inside does it help | |
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Posted: 2/21/2005 5:04:36 AM | morning
well you both got it wrong....as far as I know pool doesn't have a lane for the ball to go down....lol
I did play pool later on, but we just won't mention the fact that I got beat bad at that...lol shush..
Well....will drop by later maybe with a poem once I wake up some more...
Bye for now
Miz | |
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Posted: 2/21/2005 9:12:13 AM | Ahhh! I think I picked up on it and that may have been bowling Miz...sounds like it!
Good day to everyone who comes to visit the ole barn! The poetry in here is great readings and as for today, well at this moment, hmmm, not sure as to what I am going to write about!
Good day to you Ditty Goat! Nice to see you had a great time that night and yes you are my friend forever and ever, as long as the barn stays here, I am here and thank you for your words! I will do my best to not become a stranger! Always on the go aren't I? Bye bye for now and hopefully I will return with a poem! If not, I will return to read what was added!
Charming
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Posted: 2/21/2005 5:12:30 PM | Howdy all. I just love seeing all your happy, shiny faces. Yes, I see faces. I have a beautiful mind and it just works that way sometimes.
Sukari...good to see you again. A collection of true words gathered from keen observation. I don't know if it ever works. So much pressure comes off one when they realize it doesn't matter what others think of them. A co-worker asked me why nothing gets to me and I replied if I ain't dying or bleeding, I don't give a rat's ass. I think she's still digesting that one. Good to see you here again, eh.
Miz...bowling? Five or ten pin? Overhand bowling is kind of fun too, but I got kicked out for that a few times. It's a bit hard on the lanes, I suppose. I'm looking forward to seeing your latest addition to the barn.
Charming...hello there. I like your new photo, though I can't really make out your face. Heh, like I'm one to talk with my head in the garbage can and hairy a*** in the air. Love ya, too. You're always welcome in the barn.
Okay...what do I have? A little ditty-bump, ditty-boo, ditty-turd that goes something like this:
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MS-Word Sucks – Part II
It was as if it were suffering from something
Punctuational
Or some kind of severe irritation
It was as if my document had trouble with things
Computational
And required semi-colonic irrigation
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I need a new word processer for sure, or at least I need to train MS-Word 2000 to do my bidding instead of trying to correct my English. Me English am d*mn gud enuff.
Okay..g'night! | |
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Posted: 2/21/2005 8:16:49 PM | Night Song
The silence sings to me when the darkness comes,
It is a song that that dances on the night breeze.
It tells me of things that might have become,
As it echoes through the branches of the trees.
Many days have passed, with many years.
And all of them were a test of will.
Many joys, but mostly pain with many tears,
A battle that raged, mostly uphill.
But the song of the night, in darkness sings,
Some may call it their conscious being.
It puts to ease, my heart, about many things,
And shows me that I might have missed seeing.
I embrace the night and all it holds.
Day being my enemy, my unfortunate reality.
In the black void, my mind molds,
My dreams into mine own reality.
~Kobold~ | |
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| icecream,corndogs,chocolate cake,sugar cookies and chips
Posted: 2/22/2005 5:44:48 AM | Morning stragglers in the barn....
well done Kobold..loved it...sometimes the night can be your solitude and sometimes it can be your time for weakness....
I don't have anything as of yet...sigh little mental block going on....but been creating to much this year so far...lol...so have to give the brain a little break..
Yes Goat 5 pin bowling..was a hoot....didn't keep score, I think you have to go to bowling college to learn how to do that..lol
Well off for a day of doing stuff....nothing fun so not even worth listing...lol
Take care
will stop by later..
Miz out..... | |
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| icecream,corndogs,chocolate cake,sugar cookies and chips
Posted: 2/22/2005 6:53:18 AM | All right here you go, have been working on it for a bit...
I am not to sure on it though...you know how it is we are all our worst critics..lol
Talk to you all soon...bye bye
THE OLD BENCH
He sat alone on the old worn out bench
Everyday when the clock reached noon
Just sitting all alone whittling away
Till the rise of the moon
Labeled as a strange odd man
Given so many different names
Because he always sat right there
Each day his routine was the same
Instead of talking to his face
Words spread behind his back
Nobody cared what his story was
Or that his name was Zack
Until one day a small child appeared
And sat with him on his bench so old
“why do you sit here everyday alone
may I ask this and be so bold”
Startled out of his memorable past
He looked at that sweet innocent face
And knew she was sent from above
To bring him home to the right place
A long time ago I met this woman
Who later became my wife
She was everything to me
My partner, my friend, my life
We used to meet on this old bench
Each day when her lunch began at noon
And I would always be waiting for her
When she was done at the rise of the moon
Last year she was taken away and brought to God
She was my heart, my soul,my life
Now the time has come, for me to move on
Leaving this old bench to be again forever with my wife…….
Miz | |
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| Smelts and a Coke
Posted: 2/22/2005 7:07:20 PM | Kobold and Miz...two excellent poems from two excellent poets. Love ya guys and thanks for coming on by.
Not much time tonight for me...so I'll drop a bomb and giddyap on outta here:
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I Can't Believe I Ate That
Smelts and a Coke
A supper designed to make me choke
I thought I got sardines
But you had to see the open can to know what I mean
Smelts and a Coke
Food fit for a goat
Perhaps if I were still growing
This raw energetic protein-caffeine would be more body-knowing
Smelts and a Coke
A week of this will make me croak
No more of this I can be dolin'
Without ill-effects on my colon
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Ick. Ack. Urk. I's a-feelin' digestively ornery tonight. Alas, I must fly -- but I shall return tomorrow. Hugs and handshakes to ya'll. | |
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| Smelts and a Coke
Posted: 2/23/2005 5:04:43 AM | Smelt...and a Coke...a combination yet untried.....
Smelt...not sure I have ever tried it.... not that I remember...
Coke ,yes, I have often imbibed.... especially in those countries where Dr. Pepper is not available...
but smelt and a coke...I may just have to go to the store and buy smelt so I can say I have tried it...
I have had sardines... and coke with rat cheese of course....
mmmmmmm smelt....will have to see what Arlans has on it shelves tonight......
I have caught little fish in a net...but cant remember if they said it was smelt...
I really must become more observant | |
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| Smelts and a Coke
Posted: 2/23/2005 11:48:58 AM | The Flu Bug
This bug has found me
I wish I could tell it
Your visit is long over
Walk out my immune system
This icky feeling I have inside
The more you stick around
The less energy I will have
I demand you leave at once
Drowsy meds, sleep, and liquids
Are the only way to kick ass you
You bring me down and sad
The pain you leave inside
Does not help the food stay down
Why eat if it is going to come back up
I demand you leave me at once
I want my energy and spark back
I am no longer your victim
Find another and leave this one alone
You have left me feeling weak
So weak that even walking tired me
You have left me feeling ill
You have left me feeling groggy
You have given me much sleep
And now it is time to leave
Walk out and don't come back
For you have worn out your stay
That door only swings one way
And best of immune to you!
Charming 2005
LOL...No idea where this came from but it has been with me the last two days and this bug has worn out its welcome. Hello there Goatsmell, hope your day is going well and as for the rest in here, it is always a pleasure reading your stuff! Have a wonderful day everyone! Special (((HUGS))) for my "Ditty Goat!"
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| Smelts and a Coke
Posted: 2/23/2005 4:55:47 PM | Hello all the stragglers in the barn....
I have had one of those days so tonights poem reflects that....
Charming I hope your feeling better hun, beat that darn flu, you can do it...
Goat, I need your humour to cheer me up...so drop a goat poem please....
night all off to watch some tv....give my head a break....
Miz
Sitting alone in the corner of her bed
Trying to shake these thoughts from her head
Knowing that they are only words
But tired of them being the only ones heard
Knowing deep down her worth is more
Wondering what other crap is in store
Why can’t this be any better?
As she writes her thoughts down in this letter
I longed to talk to you when I saw your name
Praying that you were not playing some game
I thought you were kind and very sweet
So I agreed with hesitation to meet
We got along great had so much fun
And agreed to another when the day was done
So why do you say these words to me
What went on that I did not see?
I like you a lot, your so much fun
Want to date you , your such a hun
I am sexually attracted to you
But a relationship this I cant do
Over and over this goes through her head
As she sat in the corner of her bed
Why does this continue to happen to me?
Is there something wrong with me I can’t see?
Finally falling asleep with tears on her face
The day’s events will soon be erased
And tomorrow she will start a new day
Praying something better will come her way…..
Mizbehavin...
P.S this way of writing is different for me the rhyme is different....lol see what happens when your peeved off....ha ha...night folks.. | |
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| reflections of the moon viewed off the water
Posted: 2/23/2005 6:59:00 PM | stomach in a knot
brow furrowed
stress overtaking the entire body
not well thought out...for there is nothing you can do
just that worry..that comes from being a mom
but you can't help worrying even when you can't do anything about it...
driving home...dark... but it is bright why...??
looking to the right...there it is...the moon...it looks full
round bright hazy all around...
reflecting off the water...
the water calm..just small swells...and the moon so beautiful...
for a moment the knot is gone...
the brow unfurrowed....
then with a turn to the left....a light in the distance...
lightening...
no rain just light to brighten up the sky....
the knot again...the brow furrowed...
but with a brief realization | |
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Posted: 2/23/2005 8:17:48 PM | Hello all. Another meatgrinder kind of day today. IT was a meatgrinder in an office staffed almost entirely with women, too. Such is my day.
So, I was inspired.
But greetings to the brave posters who graced this here barn....
Sukari...a double feature? I hope things are going better now, but I have a suspicion they aren't. I wish you the best, pardner.
Charming...sorry to hear that you have the flu. I got over mine a little while ago finally. I flooded myself with water and slept at least ten hours a day until it broke. It took a few days for that to pass. Get well, eh.
Miz...Elegant and haunting poem. You add style and grace here with every post. Amazing things happen when you get peeved, huh? Don't stay peeved though...the magic wears off after a few hours.
Hm..it seems everyone here isn't in that great of a mood. Sick, heartsick and worried. Sorry to hear that. AS for me, well...I'm contemplative tonight.
Well, contemplative in my own way:
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You Want Mexi-Fries With That?
A man is like a burrito
Seemingly smooth and well-formed
Packed with meat and smelling faintly of cheese
He promises a satisfying meal
He is soft, though
And occaisionally dribbles salsa
When he doesn't achieve his goal quick enough
He suffers the effects of premature mastications
And loses his integrity when little bites are taken
So it is always better to devour him whole
When he is unaware
Or is a man more like a layered thing?
You know...like Jello 1-2-3?
Or like sedimentary rock with the odd trilobyte
Stuck in it to make things interesting?
Or like an onion that has sprung white hairs on it
From several months of neglect
And several fungal attempts at affection?
Could a man be like a lizard?
A well-fed rat?
An overstuffed cat?
A hairy doormat?
Drat.
What is a man, then?
The sum of two balls and the legs to convey them?
A purple-headed warrior seeking his just dessert of love pudding?
Perchance to hold it or to eat it?
Maybe even, against all odds, preserve that pudding
And come back to it night after night, demanding it be fresh and iteresting?
Again, I come back to the burrito
Because I smell faintly of cheese, too.
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Well, I hope everyone is doing good tonight, tomorrow and into the next evening. This little feller needs to time out for a few hours.
G'night, eh. | |
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Posted: 2/23/2005 9:18:05 PM | Old Mine
I came across an old abandoned mine one day,
You could barely see the opening through the underbrush.
I ran back to the car to grab a flashlight to light my way,
The thought of exploring it gave me such a rush.
I pulled away the branches of the plants, which in front of it grew,
And shined my light into the opening to see what I could.
The floor of the mine was all covered with moss wet with dew,
And on the walls stretched cobwebs, on the beams of wood.
Into the blackness I made my way, light in hand,
And cautiously walked deeper into the mineshaft.
The ceiling was so low I could barely stand,
And strewn about were old tools and such, even a raft.
Deeper and deeper still, I slowly made my way,
Until I came to a large cavern, not man made at all.
Through a hole in the ceiling, shined the light of day,
Which reflected off crystals embedded in the wall.
A large pool of water lay in the middle of the cavern floor,
Giving off a pungent smell and colored a muddy green.
A smell so bad, that one could hardly ignore,
So I moved on to see what else could be seen.
On the other side of the pool of water, hidden just out of the light,
I came upon a horrific scene that chilled me to the core.
Strewn about were human skeletal remains, stripped bare and white,
And shredded clothing with scattered belongings on the floor.
They were modern, driver’s licenses and such,
With makeup and jewelry, a camera, even a purse.
Taking it all in, was bit too much,
I was alone, underground, what could be worse?
With a loud splash of water, I turned toward the pool,
What I saw left me frozen in my tracks cold.
A huge creature, mouth wrenched open with teeth and drool,
And long razor claws and wings it now began to unfold.
Its breathing was labored, and gave off a low growl,
Its eyes were demented and piercing red.
It wrenched its large head back in a screeching howl,
As it flew out of the water, I now fled.
It landed in front of me, with a deep growl and squinted eyes,
And lumbered forward, clattering its long razor claws.
Fear overwhelmed me as I got the full effect of its size,
And as I stood before its large gnashing jaws.
I tried to run, but it flew and landed on me,
I could hardly breathe under its weight,
It was so large that it was all I could see,
Wishing I hadn’t come here, but now it’s too late.
As it pinned me, it stabbed its claws into my chest,
Ripping me from sternum to groin, in one swift tear.
It tore out my bowels, then ripped out the rest,
And fed upon me, like the others who stumbled upon its lair.
It stripped the flesh from bone so easily,
In frenzy it ate, until my skeleton was clean.
And discarded it into a pile what was left of me,
Then slipped back into the water of muddy green.
There it waits with patience for its next meal,
For those dumb enough to search the old mine.
Or perhaps it flies out nightly looking for flesh to steal,
I don’t know for sure, but your guess is as good as mine.
Beware what you seek,
Choose your adventures well.
Or you may find some kind of freak,
Finding your self in a living hell.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 2/24/2005 5:02:09 PM | Hello all...me again.
Hey Kobold...very nice...excellent, in fact. Your poetry has a lot of teeth and claws in it that keeps me riveted to the chair until I'm done reading it. Well done and thanks for choosing the barn to post it.
As for me...well, I thought I'd balance last night's poem out a bit with one about those fascnating creatures known as women. Or wymym, of you prefer. Onwards:
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Take One Rib, A Snake And an Apple – Shake Until Pissed Off…
A woman? My God..how can I define a woman?
A woman is like a really cool prize that breaks easily
And is often found in a box of wholesome cereal
Or is she like a house of cards perched atop the TV?
Perhaps an impossibly-clean guest towel
In an otherwise ordinary bathroom?
Maybe she’s more like a salad composed of nothing but tomatoes?
Plump, red tomatoes…only two per serving
No…no…no…
A woman is a rose that grows, tall and gorgeous out of plain dirt
In a flower box all to herself
Thorny and occasionally unapproachable
Susceptible to the winter
She could be like a deep, giddy secret
A haunting wish, so deliriously sought
But, once found
She becomes delightfully ordinary and infinitely delicious
Or she could be like keeping change in your wallet?
I don’t know – I can only draw so many similes
Before I run dry
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Thump! Bang! It is done.
I must be wandering away for now. Later, eh. | |
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Posted: 2/24/2005 8:20:30 PM | Reign
War will ravage the land,
Fear will spread like fire,
Natural disasters at hand,
Will come the great liar.
Spread of disease will come fast,
Quickly, injustice he’ll dispense,
Righteousness he’ll outcast,
Embracing all ignorance.
Thousand years his reign,
Only terror will be known,
No pleasure just pain,
In the seeds we have sown.
Has the time actually come,
We’ll just have to see,
It is believed by some,
But not by the likes of me.
But watch for the dark angel to fly,
The time is not far off,
In that time, you too will cry,
So go ahead, sneer and scoff.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 2/24/2005 9:27:36 PM | Ace
Locked and loaded, plane ready to go,
Will I make it back, I really don’t know.
Ace in the air, many a flight, many a kill,
Aircraft at full speed, maneuvers of skill.
Diving and turning, with great agility,
Banking and rolling, with more stability.
Enemy is ahead, got him right in my sights,
Steady she goes, ease the trigger, cannons alight.
Little bits of debris, and black clouds of smoke,
I’m playing for keeps, and that’s no joke.
Pilot tries to bail, out he does jump,
I shoot at him as he goes down, I see his body slump.
One more kill, oh the thrill of it all,
In a war that raged on, I answered the call.
I’ll go against anyone, I take on every last one,
Me flying, them dying, to me, great fun.
So if you happen to be in the air,
And an enemy about which I don’t care.
You better be watching your six,
Because it’s your little a**, I’m going to fix.
~Kobold~ | |
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| My usual stuff...
Posted: 2/25/2005 7:31:25 PM | Hey-o. Kobold! Man, can you ever work up a good poem -- or in this case, two. Right on!
Keep 'em coming because I need some quality poets here to help prop me up.
Well, not much time for me tonight...an in and out kind of thing, if you know what I mean.
No...I don't know what I mean either.
But, here we go with a fresh load of...uh...well, it's fresh:
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Musing on a Friday
If my screen door were a sphincter
It would close by itself
No bugs could get in
But it would be an exit
Because my screen door opens only one way
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The biscuit tin is closed and wandering away tonight. Beer and pool tonight...giddyap. See ya'll tomorrow. | |
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| My usual stuff...
Posted: 2/25/2005 10:01:29 PM | Demon
The sepulchre shook violently, then fell off its mound,
Long hook-like claws, grappled and raked into the dirt.
Pulling itself up and out of the once hallowed ground,
Now stood a demon, head lifted high, senses on full alert.
It had been eons since it had tread upon this land,
Long since it had tasted the pleasure of human torment.
Now it was loose from hell and here it would take souls to brand,
Marking them his, and in his rampage, his anger would vent.
He was gray in color, like rotting flesh, out of the grave, just did fall,
And muscular in build, with large wings and horns on his head.
His eyes, gleamed demented viciousness, hatred for one and all,
Wanting only to see, each and everyone of us, dead.
Loosed upon the earth, it takes now to the air,
With an unending hunger, never to be satisfied.
It lives for blood, and for the dispersal of despair,
And won’t quit, until ultimately, each of us has died.
We are the hunted, we now, are the prey,
Evil will have its time, He’ll see it through.
Even with your prayers lifted, every day,
In the end, the demon’s still coming for you.
~Kobold~ | |
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| My usual stuff...
Posted: 2/25/2005 10:28:50 PM | Cried yourself to sleep,
Hush, hush, never fear,
In dreams dive deep,
I'll dry that tear.
In Dreams
In between sleeping and waking,
That time when dreams are more real,
My love you are no longer forsaking,
Your love I can once again feel.
All your hatred is gone,
Only love with your smile,
Welcomed as your only one,
Gone is your denial.
I never want to wake,
To the terror of the day,
To my immense heart break,
To the reality, you’ve gone away.
So tonight I will sleep,
May the morning never show,
Into my dreams to dive deep,
And may death, I finally come to know.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 2/26/2005 8:06:34 AM | Kobold...as usual, you have the poetry in you and I'm glad that you brought it to the barn. Good to have you here and posting such quality poems, pardner.
I'm especially glad because I've been feeling less than creative these last few days. No, it's not winthdrawal from cough syrup or mouthwash (though those were good times while my body tolerated them). I think it's spring fever coming up on me. Or maybe it's latent sexual frustration. Or it could be the five hamburgers I had last night and topped it off with a chocolate milkshake thick enough to dry-seal the driveway.
Whatever it is, it too will pass like a kidney stone. Meanwhile, here's something I whipped up after a good round of manly scratching:
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Rites of Soon-to-be Spring
I heard a bird this morning in the stark clear air
It woke from my sleepy dreamy bed and underwear
I listened for a moment and maybe two had passed
Before I opened my eyes and opened the window at last
There it was, a chickadee perched in a nearby tree
Calling for spring, because from winter’s ice he had been freed
I thought: This is not some mere biological trifle
And I let him live because I could not find my rifle
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Allrighty...let's get some brekkie on and charge into what looks like a fine day here in Saskatoony. Later, eh. | |
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