Humor
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I’ve had a long day, so I’m going to keep this short today. The following rhyme is what happens when I write when I’m so tired I’m literally dozing off while typing. Enjoy! Stream of Unconciousness I’m far too tired to make words work, Or bend them to my will, My day’s been long and…
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I was talking with a friend about the issue I’m having with the person from yesterday’s poem. He philosophically observed, “You can’t fix stupid.” This is commonly accepted wisdom, but it got me thinking. This poem came from that. Enjoy! You Can’t Fix Stupid “You can’t fix stupid.” so they say, I tell you that’s…
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It’s that time of year again when I have no idea what I’m going to write about. As always, I shall deal with this by writing about not knowing what to write about. Enjoy! A Verse About Nothing To Write About Each year it seems I hit this point, I’ve nothing left to say, Any…
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Three days to go and the creative juices are drying up. Still, I’ve managed to bang out another one. Only two more to go! A Missing Muse The voice inside my head cries out, “Oh no! This cannot be!” “The words, the lines, those precious rhymes, Have all forsaken me.” Yet here I sit and…
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So, as you may have noticed, I’m running a couple of days behind on the whole post-a-day idea. This stresses me far more than it should and it quickly begins to rob me of the fun I have doing this. So this year, I’ve stressed less and just let things unfold as they will. So…
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I had absolutely no idea what to write about today. I said to Lynn, “I’ll make myself a coffee and see how it goes.” That simple idea provided the impetus for today’s effort. Magic Bean Juice How great the joy that I derive, From just the smallest sip. That mighty bean, filled with caffeine, Holds…
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With my hard drive dead, I’ve lost an animation project I’ve been working on for few months. That sucks, and I was pretty stressed about it. But that’s what I get for not backing things up as often as I should. Long story short, I was in need of comfort this morning and an old…
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At least once each year, I hit a point where I can’t think of a single thing to write about. This invariably leads to something like the following. On Writer’s Block Another day has come and gone, And here I sit once more. With keyboard and an empty head, I’ve been through this before. …
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The fabled “April Showers” are here. My job takes me outside frequently. They could have held off a couple of days. On The Capriciousness of Spring It’s April now, the rains come down, To soak me to the bone. The rains so constant, they could wear, A hole into a stone. The snows are…
Brain Bits To Go 