You know, I sometimes think that I should document my life, these travels and adventures, in verse but I know I am not qualified or skilled enough. At best I can manage three lines and 17 syllables. If I were better, I could move up to a limerick but that is hard--where do you go after "There once was a boy from Roscommon?" If only I lived in Flint!
Dark, threatening skies
Harbinger of cold, cold rain
44--it's fall
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