So this is blogging. Putting your ideas, plans, calenders, memoirs ect. up for the world to see. I am now part of the internet. Crazy. What do I do with myself now?
Solitude By Kenneth David Teel Sometimes When good friends bomb us With their bombs And toss too many pennies At our feet And flood our minds With gay sincerities We want to flee And think There is no place to hide No freedom anywhere We pull inside ourselves Not in malice towards our friends But in preservation Of ourselves We run And run Through the wind Through the waving grass Up to a wind cliff Above the sea We find ourselves Not in our friends Like mirrors Bouncing back our cherished images We find ourselves In Solitude. *Often acceptance and favor, and the company of the normal, begin to clutter and confuse, and play havoc with the senses of fre...
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