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Politics for Poets

First day of August. don't you hate ragweed when it gets you? It's pretty in the field but . . . it can make life a little more difficult.

Don't be a jerk. Don't be a jerk at work. When someone has a quirk, don't be a jerk.

August 1, 2013 (8-1-2013)

well . . .

I think I've blogged enough today.

"I'm all blogged out."

Content quickly gets stale, wicked, so it is always updated. Some content is hit with updates more often. Also: some of the content here is of a much higher quality than other content here. So if you don't like something: hey dude, whatever.

~ OK Now.

Praise God!

You put out
 all the fires
 all the fires
 all the fires.
 putout
  all the fires
 all the fires 
 all the fires.

 the heroes put out
       all the fires 
   all the fires
     all the fires.

 Who is it that is
   starting fires
      starting fires
       starting fires?
  the fire marshall
        wants to know.


See the pretty lights

The following poem is fresh, whipped up, off the cuff.

  

  Don't worry
      as you stand atop that wall
     the waves can kick high
      but the railing is strong
        so hold on
   because
          here comes another one!
   
 
  Praise God!
  









Wake up!