When I left my building tonight, after teaching and some long office hours, I was met by thunder and lightning and hard hail. There was poetry in that, albeit some inconvenience, too--but not as personally inconvenient to me as not knowing where to find your everyday poems every day, unless the brief blog was a poem (a representative poem? a tease? a nyah nyah? a muak muak [sp?]?).
Such a neophyte am I. Okay, after my bitter screed, I clicked on some colorful letters (avocado squint) and was led to your legacy. Good to see you're getting some feel-back and no worries, I never got close to the sticky poem about, well, you know.
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Dearest:
When I left my building tonight, after teaching and some long office hours, I was met by thunder and lightning and hard hail. There was poetry in that, albeit some inconvenience, too--but not as personally inconvenient to me as not knowing where to find your everyday poems every day, unless the brief blog was a poem (a representative poem? a tease? a nyah nyah? a muak muak [sp?]?).
Punctuated by heavy weather,
Pops
Dearest Dude:
Such a neophyte am I. Okay, after my bitter screed, I clicked on some colorful letters (avocado squint) and was led to your legacy. Good to see you're getting some feel-back and no worries, I never got close to the sticky poem about, well, you know.
The Usual Suspect
With succulent regard to the Sunday poem of January 24:
The Slow Food Movement thanks you.
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