What is essential
What does it mean and to be
how some are to me
Haiku, poem for you
I write them for your pleasure
because you make smiles.
sleep is time travel
close your eyes and awaken
in the bright future
look murky bubbles
rippling across the water
signs of fish not seen
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small hands are big help
in the dead heat of summer
though i prefer kisses
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there is a party
in my tummy so yummy
so yummy so good
Tracy loves pictures.
She spends her sweet time on them.
They need be perfect.
Tracy says write now
And so I do it gladly
Click clack on keyboard
For Meg
Wow
Have been devoting all my blog attention to Ming Gong Photography
And.
Flickr as become my photo blog.
The financial crisis certain makes for some great photo opprotunities.
Waking up at seven in the am to go on a walk with dad and saw vast lots of abandoned, almost developed housing land. Due to the market crash, no telling when these projects will be revived.
A giant snow storm played havoc on the flights in Chicago causing a slightly unforeseen layover in DFW. Flying in winter is can be a gamble.
Lets all tell tall tales. Perhaps we will learn and grow together.