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One Sentence Poem

Springtime nears, the sun gets high,
and that will go and so will I,
replaced by someone just like me
who keeps a blog with poetry,
wry observations, views and whimsy,
statements (both backed up and flimsy)
read by you, but when you’re gone,
there will come others and so on.

5 Responses to “One Sentence Poem”

  1. Sooz Says:

    You’re not thinking of going are you Cliff? *worried*

  2. Cliff Says:

    No time soon, Sooz.
    (dramatic pause, then repeats)
    No time soon.

    Lol.

    Nah, just thinking about how it’s wierd that there are millions of similar blogs just like this and millions of readers and that will continue in various forms long after you and I are gone.

    Then some words popped into my head and I wrote them down.

  3. Leemer Says:

    I’m not going anywhere, padnuh. I’m hooked.

  4. Cliff Says:

    Then Phase One of my fiendish plan is now in full swing.

  5. Ed R Says:

    I’m phase two, right? No, wait, I have to be one of the many weak-minded minions under the Mind Control of the Master, to do his bidding.
    Says so in my contract.

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