I have documented my daily life in poetry for over fifty years. It is only now that my knowledge of technology has met my ability to pursue this medium. It is all too overwhelming as I approach 60 years of age in an instant. Enjoy the ride and put your seat belt on...I am starting from now!
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Saturday, April 24, 2010
If the ocean were a clock face, My finger, an hour hand… I’d point out to you at two o’clock The laziest Pelican.
He doesn’t dive, he eats afloat, While sitting, he scoops his fill… Then fly’s off once more, not paying… Adding the dinner to his bill.