“Cats are the best kind of pets, always” Gun Roswell
Saturday, spent with Cats
When the world outside
Gets to be too much of a stride
There is one thing on you can rely
The cats of the furry kind
They don’t really ask too much
Once in a while a simple touch
The food to be delivered to their cups
And later on to coddle as such
A day well spent indoors
Even if you ignored much of them chores
For other wise life would be a total bore
If it wasn’t for the cats you so much adore
There’s no doubt about it: the Internet loves cats. And weird videos with people failing at some insanely basic tasks. But did you know quite a lot …
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I’ve had very mixed feelings on Star Trek: Picard’s first season, which wrapped up last night (spoilers ahead). Certainly, there’s a lot to like …
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“Come into the dark side, we have, lots of different coffee”
Never, without my Coffee!
I freely, and out of guilt, admit it
I am, totally, and utterly, addicted
To the one finest organic suspension
One of the human existences’ greatest inventions
Coffee
If gets me up, in the too early morning
So read this, as a forewarning
To save yourself, from any kind of scorning
Do not, ever, get between me, and forever, my
Coffee
If you want your own day
To be completely inventive and stay
On top of the whole wide world
Life, ever so delightfully twirled
Coffee
So do, take my advice
Don’t ever, think twice
Pour yourself, a big cup of java
It totally beats the hell out of guava
Coffee
Your fellow human kind
Never, ever looked so fine
The world completely filled with love
If everyone, joined me, in a cup of
Coffee
What else can I say?
Coffee
The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog. …asdfghijk…asdffdsa….asdffdsa….yuiop…yuiop…. “Take off ten points for each error.” The quick brown fox…
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In the back court yard of an old Charleston house.
Carriage House, 1820
During my time along the wildflowery embankment along Mopac at Braker Lane on March 18, I got in close to photograph the bud of a greenthread, …
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“THE MIRROR IS BROKEN” Oh senseless ‘heart’. Oh beating chancer Its chest is a door that no one will answer Ever racing but never gaining the lead in…
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Rantings Of A Third Kind 