Like a 10-ton cube of cement. I've been trying, but I got nothin'.
Never fails: make a big deal about starting something new, and then it fizzles into nothing. I should have kept my mouth shut.
Or stuck to sonnets.
Friday, August 17, 2007
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It's performance anxiety, that's all. You'll feel more comfortable in time and then you won't be able to stay the torrent of poetry that issues forth...
Smirk.
If you don't answer my comments, I'm going to quit commenting. And THEN you'll be sorry!
I'm just embarrassed that I don't have anything substantive to say. Maybe it's time to start the limerick-a-day blog. That would be about my speed, and would let me indulge my potty-humor streak.
Whattaya think? :)
Well, if you want a grip on the Mind of America, limericks are definitely the way to go. Your little potty jingles would be in people's heads all day long!
...Uh, on second thought, maybe not such a good idea...
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