I grabbed Fate
and shook his scrawny little neck
And rattled
the teeth in his know-it-all head
He cried
“you can’t DO this to me you powerless brat!”
I stared that
destiny down. I had him in check
And just as wryly as I could muster, said:
“What you
just said? ….I knew you were going to say that.”
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Hey, I used to know a blogger named Bauman. Tall fella, made pots and picked an old Gibson. You related?
ReplyDeleteI remember that guy. Heard he scheduled too many art fairs one Summer. Sad tale of the one-armed paper hanger.
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