A late entry…
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Life
Dear Saturday…
Dear Saturday,
Can it be? Do we get to breathe again?
Love,
Kevin
(12 August 2017)
Wine is a reckless poet (a poem)
Not eight words, but this is one I have a feeling about. (Note: I use the feminine pronoun in this poem, because my experience has been that women are more likely to express their feelings than are men, who tend to hold them in, to keep them to themselves, for various and sundry reasons.)
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Eight-word poem #205 (a poem)
Eight words and topical…
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Dear Friday…
Dear Friday,
I wish my parents had sprung for the extended warranty when I was born. It would come in very handy now…
Love,
Kevin
(11 August 2017)
Eight-word poem #192 (a poem)
One of today’s entries—and I made sure to check my count this time…
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Dear Thursday…
Dear Thursday,
Back Attack 2017 continues. Someone really should bring back the rack…
Love,
Kevin
(10 August 2017)
Eight-word poem #171 (a poem)
Another of today’s entries…
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Dear Wednesday…
Dear Wednesday,
Have a talk with my back, will you? (Ow! Ow! Ow…)
Love,
Kevin
(9 August 2017)
Eight-word poem #129 (a poem)
One of today’s entries…
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