Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
Happy three! Belated. And many happy returns, birds included.Peter
Thanks. Imagine, only three years old and already mired in bad habits. Like father, like son, I guess.
I thought blogs were asexual.
Understandable, in that they resemble cyber-warts. Maybe I should check my Settings.
Cyber Warts! I wish I could set MY settings to those.
Ah, but they’re naturally occurring.
I'll drink to that note! Or to paraphrase your poem,WilliamI have a feelinghe will sing right upto the momentthe worldends.
Hoarse uponhis horsehe singswith forcethe worldto pretendthe endhas yetto beginagainThe cure, of course, is a simple pill called an anecdote.
Birds are wonderful creatures...I believe you're right...they will sing to the end! Congratulations to your blog on it's third anniversary...sorry about its non soberness...and I'm letting in such a brilliant bit of sunlight...oh my!
Not to worry, Theanne, he/she/it turned out not to be drunk after all. I was simply wearing the wrong glasses. Keep singing, and I appreciate the sunlight.
That is very good news...ahhhh the wrong glasses...I see...*smile* Sunlight is a wonderful thing...isn't it!
Oh, yes. And as my mother used to say,“I see,” said the blind man who could not speak, as he fell off the precipice.
Congrats on three--and on the new family member!
Thanks, Jean. The first caught me completely off guard; the second, well, there were signs.
let's hope they do, william. let's hope they do, whether we're here at that time to hear them, or not.my mom's went a little like this, i see said the blind man as he fell from his horse. what the heck was that? what strange societies were our mothers embroiled in?xoerin
I believe, Erin, that they were members of the Society of Old Sayings Their Mothers Had Handed Down.
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