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Moodiness, looniness Mind in a fog Mirror, mirror in the pond May I be fairest More than all? Maery, Maery Most contrary Mind over Matter More and more Madness! Utter Madness! Mission impossible! Miracles do happen More than you think
I went to a gathering of the Sandhill Photography group last Friday night. Besides having some great food, there was a presentation by Ron Hustvedt of Write Outdoors, which included ideas on how and where to get your photos published. Club members also brought slide shows of photos they took in 2011. My slide show…
Okay, I’m the first to admit it. I really suck right now. Part of the battle is recognizing these things. Right? If you can’t tolerate suckiness, read no further. Final warning before entering a counter culture of negativity. I just started reading a book called “Leap! What Will We Do with the Rest of Our…
Fathers Day Poem It was always kind of hard To find a Father’s Day card. Nothing on the shelves seemed to fit the mold,When you meet your Dad when you are 40-years-old. No “Thanks for being there.” or “I learned so much from you.”Just a simply “I love you” is all I could do.I’ve been…
“Don’t shoot what it looks like. Shoot what it feels like”. – David Alan Harvey
The dressage clinic did not go as I expected. I thought we were going to ride the dressage test that we’d selected and the clinician, Val Vetos from Volte Equestrian, was going to give us a few tips on how we could improve our scores. I got a lot more out of the clinic than…
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Now that was one cool video!!! Loved the wonderful poem too!
God bless ya and enjoy your evenin’ sweetie!!!
“Increasing teamwork and sharing”…not for everyone!: )
(I have to admit, I had a rough start with this…but I am picking up steam just reading some of the other poems)
Totally cool. I get the picture from your words.
Oh yes, I remember those days, Maery. But didn’t have earphones and an iPOD back then. 🙂
What a beautiful poem about life in the ‘trenches’ (or – should I say ‘cubicle’??). So clever and creative!