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Day After Thanksgiving Blues—a poem—-a very crude poem
This morning I woke up to see,The bathroom scales lying at me. Up five pounds, that can’t be right,The pumpkin pie had Cool Whip light! Elastic’s now my new best friend.Buttons and snaps, never again....
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Pioneer Woman and my Uncle Leon-syllable counting sonsaguns
As part of my daily blog reading, I hopped over and read the Pioneer Woman’s website. A couple of days back, she wrote a few haikus about the man who makes her hiney tingle. Immediately, she...
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Lose This Day Loitering
By: Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe Lose this day loitering—-’twill be the same story Tomorrow and the next more dilatory; Each indecision brings its own delays, And days are lost lamenting o’er lost days....
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Desiderata “things desired”
I read the following poem on a stormy afternoon while lying in bed. The window was open and great gusts of wind carried in the smell of an approaching spring thunderstorm. Even as the sky darkened with...
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Today I will look for God. Just like I do everyday, at least on the days I’m not too harried. It is easy to find him in spring with new life imminent. It is easy to find him in summer with its long,...
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