Wednesday, August 31, 2005

The weather in Nebraska

The weather in Nebraska
Keeps you on your toes
Swirling through snow flakes
Carving bluffs from sandstone
and truth from hearts
One needs no other compass
To find the way home.


On loving someone else's dog

You would never choose a dog like this:
Yappy, impressed with himself.
Yet. A friend in trouble
loves him without end
whose heart he is
So you say yes
And notice his fur is the color
of her hair
And he fits so
perfectly into the space
she left
That you come
to love him
despite yourself.

Tuesday, August 30, 2005

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Okay. I learned. Comment away!

You wanna comment

do you? Go for it, lol!!

Lord! A virgin

Blog. This should be earth-shatteringly insightful eh?

Not going to happen. Been up
all night making (among other things) this blog happen.
But then again, there's, ummm, this thing about virgins, and what they're good at and what they're not. So gimme some practice time, and perhaps. . . .

(Yeah, right, sez the inner cynic.)

Been wanting to play with using "an unfinished woman" theme, but it rang just a bit too familiar. Googling: I was right, Lillian beat me to the title. . . .

Oh, well, one great title a night is all anyone is entitled to, eh?

BTW, sorry about no commenting, but until I learn how to delete viagra, et al. posts, I think the better part of wisdom is not to allow posting. (Dun tol' you I wuz a virgin, lol!)