Hey look - it's working...I'm a little bit earlier, at least. Today was a beautiful day in SW PA - a little of everything weather-wise - a nice spring day. No complaints. How rare is it that you can really have a day with no complaints? I'm lucky. But enough about me, let's get to a little bit of verse. By the way, nobody has sent me anything except my friend Jen, who made up a very nice limerick to share. Thanks Jen!!!! Now, I know some people out there have been thinking about this - you've told me so. So where are those poems, people???? Remember, they're only going to get posted on here if you tell me to, or if you post them publicly.
The cool air of the evening surrounds me,
a breathy chill, moving silently,
clinging low to the earth,
a fog rolling across the ground,
herald of the chill wind.
In its embrace I find my warmth,
the comfort of the scent of spring,
newness and rebirth abounding.
I long to breathe in forever,
this course of freshness,
to revel and bathe in it,
as a man too long on a journey.
I will take it in, let it become me,
I will rise from it anew,
I will be something greater than I was,
Reborn by the cool spring air.
Thanks for reading.
The Fat Kid
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