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As I have revived the Weekly Wednesday poem, I am also reviving the Original Thursday poem. [Insert applause here.] I have hundreds of poems from the past that I can share with you, and I hope that the revivification of this feature of the blog will inspire me to create more.
Devil With A Forked Tongue
One golden morning early,
You looked in my eyes across the table,
And said,
“You’ll never find another man like me.”
I was touched.
Yes.
Touched in the head.
In hindsight,
I should have stabbed you in the tongue with my fork
And run.
Yes.
Stuck a fork in you.
We’re done.
If you’ve followed me at all, you know I love farm animals. Piggies are adorable. This little guy was snoozing in the petting zoo at Cheyenne Frontier Days this year.
Cheyenne, Wyoming.
Quote of the day: “Love should be like breathing. It should be just a quality in you, wherever you are, with whomsoever you are, or even if you are alone, Love goes on overflowing from you. It is not a question of being in Love with someone, it is a question of being Love.” ~ Osho
Daily gratitudes:
The head bopping of pigeons when they walk
Soft, cooling breezes
Taking chances
Curry
Aprons
