Flu Shot
I got a flu shot just today, my arm hurts just a little. It’ll probably be okay, so with this poem I’ll fiddle. I’d rather get sick here and now, because it’s only Monday. I might just stay right here at home, and rest until next Sunday.
I got a flu shot just today, my arm hurts just a little. It’ll probably be okay, so with this poem I’ll fiddle. I’d rather get sick here and now, because it’s only Monday. I might just stay right here at home, and rest until next Sunday.
The world we’re living in right now, is full of good and strife. It matters not what we get out, but put back into life. When someones having a rough day, or maybe feeling blue. A little kindness may be all, they need to pull them through. It’s not about …
I like to write a lot of stuff, and stuff is all it is. If found by someone meaning here, it’s accidental tiz. It’s nice to find when some agree, and also when they don’t. I disagree with much I write, delete it though I won’t. It’s just an outlet …
Each and every passing moment more precious than a gem the little time spent here on earth spent as without an end is never wasted truly isn’t no it’s really not what time we have here truly is not all the time we’ve got Time is just a tool to …
Corn is up so is the sky This very hot 3rd of July More humid than the tropics too Thank God I’ve nothing more to do Just walking down a country lane Will make me feel I’m almost sane But than I write a verse or two And find it …
Enjoy what you have or lament what you’ve not. This choice alone will mean a whole lot. Choices are precious though you may have many. Enjoy what you have while still you have any.
It’s the mows wonderful time of the year With the people weed eating And everyone planting grass seed far and near It’s the mows wonderful time of the year It’s the hay-feverist season of all With rag weed and sneezing When friends come to call It’s the hay- feverist season …