What was that all about last night eh? I'm not sure and I'm not going to ponder it tonight either, maybe some soon I will. It was good, but I was in a rush and frankly, it doesn't make complete sense, even to me. Ahem, that's not good.
Plinders Brode
Carried the load
From front to back
And back again
When so told
That he'd carried wrong
Morden Ballows
Giggled like a fool
Because of it
But Plinders kept his cool
And dreamed of when
He'd elsewhere be
What's with all the poetry eh? No one wants poetry here, do they? Regardless, :-), I'll write what I want to write, which is a good thing because I sure ain't getting replies to any of my stuff here. Glah!
That's why this would be the first blog to go. Yep! Or, will be, once I finish a certain story, which is to say in a year or two...or three, or seven...Glah!
Well, though I still have time, I'm out because I want to go snag some food. K? Though why I'm asking you...:-p.
Charles Petrie
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