Category: Writing
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Blog Reading
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The problem that I have with pre-scheduling posts is that I get used to something being there and ready, then discovering that I haven’t done anything for today. Some posts require a lot more energy and time than others, though. I do enjoy writing and I like to think that…
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Interlude
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While I decide which will be the next philosophical question I pick from the Mystery Blogger Award I was nominated for but haven’t actually done anything for and haven’t attempted to claim which Ben over at Brothers’ Campfire posted some interesting questions as part of and I have been answering…
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Truth? Beauty? Fit the Somewhat More Serious aka Fit the Final
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For the Mystery Blogger Award I was nominated for but haven’t actually done anything for and haven’t attempted to claim, Ben at Brothers’ Campfire, posted some interesting questions as part of it. The one I’ve been trying to answer today goes as follows:The poet John Keats once wrote (in his…
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Truth? Beauty? Fit the Second
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For the Mystery Blogger Award I was nominated for but haven’t actually done anything for and haven’t attempted to claim, Ben at Brothers’ Campfire, posted some interesting questions as part of it. The one I’m going to start trying to answer today goes as follows: The poet John Keats once…
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Truth? Beauty? Fit the First
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For the Mystery Blogger Award I was nominated for but haven’t actually done anything for and haven’t attempted to claim, Ben at Brothers’ Campfire, posted some interesting questions as part of it. The one I’m going to start trying to answer today goes as follows: The poet John Keats once…
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To Coffee
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An Ode (Or rather, my feeble attempt at one.) Caffeine! Adrenaline! Adenosine!Epi–Epi–Epinephrine!Yay team! Rah-rah! Goooo Team Coffee! Getting excited is easy to doWhen you’ve had a cup or twoOr three or four or fiveWhich makes you feelYou’ve come alive! You say, perhaps, you like decafAnd/or, (this should make you laugh)When…
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One Twenty Twenty Twenty
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One Twenty Twenty Twenty I wonder some years, where the time went-yHow have I arrived in Twenty-Twenty?When I was twenty I felt like I couldLive forever if I learned to be good. Now the century of the MillenniumWhich feels as only yesterday begun Already twenty of its years have flownAnd…
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The Dreamer
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Once there was a dreamer, or so they sayWho wished children could hold hands, run, and playTogether on Georgia’s red clay hillsBut was that preacher/dreamer’s dream fullfilled? Over fifty years ago he lived and diedSome might say he failed, though he triedAnd though his dream has oft been put to…
