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“In the Spring,
I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours”
Mark Twain
Spring Weather
Life is a struggle. the say
All you can do to survive, is pray…
…Especially in a hail storm
With a kid in a trolly
Oh, what folly!
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“Better three hours too soon
than a minute too late”
William Shakespeare
Time
Tick-tock, tick-tock
Said the clock
As time was running out
Running, running,
Never, ever stopping
Have to finish… one more job
Tick-tock, tick-tock
Said the clock
As time was running out
Faking, taking
Sometimes forsaking
Just to get on top
Tick-tock, tick-tock
Said the clock
As time was running out
Sooner, than later
Realized the inside hesitater
Something had to be swapped
Tick-tock, tick-tock
Said the clock
As time was running out
Oh, never mind
Just rewind
Now, more than ever,
It is time to unwind!
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“Sunday clears away the rust of the whole week.”
Sunday
Sunday morning
Life, lazy and boring
Before, a new week is dawning
Pop the cork,
Let’s celebrate off work
Until early Monday morning!
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“I believe that if life gives you lemons, you should make lemonade…
And try to find somebody whose life has given them vodka, and have a party”
Ron White
Before I go
I promised myself to take it slow
So just one more drink before I go
Boy, did that line have me sold
In this oldest of stories ever told
Now before you start with your hate and scold
And all things out of proportion blow
Let my simple story before you unfold
It had been, a damned hard week
On the first day, the future looked at best bleak
I felt nauseous, I felt weak
Not knowing where to look or what to seek
Monday, Tuesday, they were slow
Wednesday, I got a little bold
Thursday hit, also the proverbial fan’s shit
Finally Friday, lucky Friday
This was ultimately my day!
Things got done
Now it was time for some fun
So before I got to go
I just yelled ‘Hello!’
What else did you expect?
No more projects
No more work
(That lousy jerk!)
Only a time to hit the road
And let the fun times start to flow
Oh, and just in case you wondered,
And called out my number:
It was just a weekender
Spent on this bender
All work and no fun
Pardon the pun
Would start all over again
When dreaded Monday begins
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“Everyday life is like programming, I guess.
If you love something you can put beauty into it”
Donald Knuth
Solitary
Peaceful and silent
On this solitary island
Like a rough uncut diamond
Where blue meets blue
In the waters and skies hue
There is really not much to do
Maybe, just maybe
This is really good for you
Yes, this is my land
Here is were I stand
Just because, I can
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“Everyday life is like programming, I guess.
If you love something you can put beauty into it”
Donald Knuth
Family
Please do not stop and stare
Because, this, is a family affair
We stand here
Huddled together
Like the proverbial
Bird of the same feather
Or maybe,
There is a too tight tether
Binding us like leather?
But never mind
Just be kind
Leave us to our devices
Our familiar vices
And for them
Do not us despise
For we are
Who we are
A family
Of roses
Standing here
In our poses
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“Everyday life is like programming, I guess.
If you love something you can put beauty into it”
Donald Knuth
Painting
Flowers painted on a canvas:
Better than nature?
Possible, for longer they last?
Imitated reality
Possibly a guarantee
For the prosperity
Nature’s beauty to see
When all that you now see
Has long since passed
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“Everyday life is like programming, I guess.
If you love something you can put beauty into it”
Donald Knuth
Cloudy, With Low Chance of Rain
Sometimes,
When it shines
It may also rain
In the skies
Onto the plane
You see,
It may be,
That the gods dined
Spilled some wine
Despite the weather fine
Not out of spite
Or us to smite
But just because the bright
Of the sunlight
Hit their eyes
The hand slipped
The chalice tipped
And the damage
Was done
Instead of whining
Of the gods’ fine dining
Just stand outside
With your mouth wide
And enjoy
The nature’s nectar
Maybe,
With a piece of cheddar
In this very fine
Weather
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“Everyday life is like programming, I guess.
If you love something you can put beauty into it”
Donald Knuth
Ripples
When it comes to you,
I am quite predictive
And yes,
Utterly and deeply committed
Even though,
I may feel a little conflicted
I know,
I am very addicted
Sometimes,
To the point of wicked
But only you,
My rippling dark brown liquid
Can make me
Totally uplifted
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“Everyday life is like programming, I guess.
If you love something you can put beauty into it”
Donald Knuth
Which Way?
Should I have stayed,
Or should I have gone?
Which way was up,
Which way did the flow go?
Did I make the right turn,
When I should have taken left?
Was it a mistake,
Or was the end justified by the means?
Much may be at stake
Or so it usually seems
Did I read the sign correctly,
Or maybe,
It was just elementary?
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