In Between Meals
In between meals
Eye am a writer and eye have discovered my mind is to busy on things that may
not matter much to ewe or the endless pursuit of my happiness.
The people eye have in my meetings do not always do what eye want them to
this is especially time consuming and very much a melody to add to all m y
memory of the day and the poetry and the fun.
We aer all in between the meals and so busy with our own stuffins eye have
decided to make this wonderful thing to sing of all our souls and the reason that
you are smiling now is because of they way this old man writes in syllables and
dandylions added. eye write the things that moves me to add words upon the
paper and it may soon seem silly but this gets better and so much better the
flowing pen of jargon and the added appendages and the endless rhyme and
schemeing thing. A busy mind is a happy thing and nothing wrong with that all of
the ewe stay busy doing that.
Copyright © Charles Hice | Year Posted 2007
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