new old kid on the blog,
with an occasional
old or new poem written off
the old writer's block
well:don't forget to vote today....you jus might bite into one of thosepast-ripened apples and findhalf a Lowly Worm still wiggling ...then what ? Throw up ?
And worse, when we hit the ground, there's not much bounce left these days.The dull plop, just.But then, sprinkle in the chemical additives, and presto!Rotten applesauce. Almost like the real thing.
Well, Ed--I exercised my constitutional rights and voted yesterday--now if those aliens responsible for sending us to Outer Space can get together and form some sort of viable government, I can put off biting into that apple until my time comes to blast off.Tom,Now I know why I never liked applesauce!