My recent visit with Muck inspired the following brief bit of poetry
But...
I complain, whine, philosophize.
But the sun is going to blow up.
Work seems unbearable.
But the sun is going to blow up.
Countries are at war. Crime is everywhere.
But the sun is going to blow up.
When can I retire?
But the sun is going to blow up.
What is my real purpose in life?
But the sun is going to blow up.
What is the meaning of life.
The sun is going to blow up.
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2 comments:
Hey Wayne. I just checked into you blog today after many months to find you are still doing brain dumps. A good read, but sometimes too deep. Hope all is well with you and your family.
Brad Coulter
All is well. What has been up with you (though I am sure Brandi will read this first). Thanks for checking in. Perhaps lunch or dinner sometime would be appropriate.
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