(for R, raking leaves in futility) (11/14/14)
The leaves that fall in all of fall...
the leaves you jumped in, had a ball...
The times that changed right underneath
and changed the game to work and grief...
The trick is now to find a way
to turn that work back into play.
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Hippy drippy song (11/21/14)
Now I know should not have skipped
winter layers, now I've dripped
over hands and desk and keys
no, no, not a cold, oh please
Where's the tea, the Kleenex, sneeze...
back into Lemond top, wheeze...
"Thanks" for "giving" me this cold...
Turkey Day is put on hold…
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Back To Woik Pome (1/5/15)
Did you go back to bed cuz you can,
right after I'z up, ate and ran?
I got here and plugged in,
chucked email in trash bin,
and checked in with all of the clan.
My password still don't work,
go check with IT clerk*…
who let me use his IT screen,
to reset the danged thing,
oh life has new meaning!
Now I'm back on this old machine...
Oh, email says password expired,
the timing is really inspired.
The fourth was on Sunday,
not here until Monday.
This could make me already tired!
*There are no clerks in the library! It just rhymed. I think it was Brown, a super intelligent, professional, most helpful person! (Odd cadence in this one. Post-Xmas fatigue?)
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