Where did comment go?
I tried a comment. huh.
I'll shut-off and try`gin.
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I came back to correct another typo . . .
not
'things flowers and
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but (one 't')
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thinks flowers and
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'Human House . . .
counting the menu's errors
in grammar, usage
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the vets
introducing their sons
Rex, Rusty, Buster
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a teenage driver
regarding Stop and Yield signs
as mere suggestions
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explaining to Pa Pa
that Maypole dancing
is not dirty
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New York City bar . . .
three sots watching on TV
'The Lost Weekend'
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to a editor at Bellevue . . .
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Bellevue inpatient
begging to stay on the ward
until flowers bloom
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a boy pondering
why folks in slums don't build homes
in the country
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Stanford professor
permitting figs and dates
but no prunes in class
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absent from a quiz
e-mailing the instructor
her aunt's cat is ill
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trying to impress
his dinner date, ordering
in French a monkey
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bipolar teens
deciding to call their band
Moody Blues & Pinks
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the neo-Nazi
learning too late Rabbi Katz
has a black belt
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single Mom of four
on May's second Sunday
working at 'IHOP'
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Granddad inquiring
whether the No Smoking sign
pertains to cigars
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naming her twins
born on Arbor Day
Fern, Magnolia
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the editor @ Salon . . .
-
the editor insisting
he did not intend to type
'boobs' for 'books'
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Let's enjoy this day . . .

I like your comment. The ironies of life. Enjoy your day, too.

Your comment here is even more compelling than the post! Loved the Arbor Day twins' names--Fern and Magnolia. Enjoy this glorious day. I will, too because my son came to see me for my birthday and told me that he is eager to return home at the end of his school's term.

I truly hope that when this is all said and done, Art, we won't discover that all along YOU have been Kerry! Worse deceptions have been engineered, you know.

I always wished I'd been named for a flower. :-)

I too wish I could stay where it's safe for me until the flowers bloom. Maybe some day I'll get to live in the country again but for today I'm going to enjoy this day God gave us. Thank you for reminding me.

Read
your post and
commented,
smiled and then
read
your tags
laughed
out

Seriously,
thanks for feedback.
I came back to read.
At 1200 Noon, burp.
Saloon Open Yahoo!
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'Fat Tire' Beer Ale.
They brew a Dark.

(O excuse me pause)
(I forgot to shut off)
(comment no do go)

1554 Black Ale Brew
New Belgium Brews
Ft. Collins, CO Brew

1554 Black Ale Brew is an 'Enlightened Black Ale Beer. The Brewers traveled to a Belgium Library and discovered an old crumbled boob (typo) book. It was a script.
Gulpers overcame obstacles.
The obsolete scroll was read.
Surprise Surprise Surprise
Brewers measured twice
Measure twice & burp
Burp post pass wind
It's a chocolate ale
Dark evocative too
Brews get ancient
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Antidote - Deluty
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Whenever depression strikes,
She removes from her wallet
A fort-year old photograph
Og her conservative father as a
Chubby, acne-covered teen
At the high school prom
Sporting a wide, goofy grin,
Shoulder-length hair, sideburns,
Braces, black-horn-rimmed glasses,
A polka dot bowtie, and
a eggshell-blue tuxeo
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I was sure sad this morning.
I remembered some suicides.
I know a woman who do suffer.
Sometimes we learn from sad.
I'm thinking of my wed vows.
She was an orphan at twelve.
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demented elder
asking his twelve year old niece
about her children
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No. Unbelievable. I'm not Kerry.
But, I've known folk like Kerry.
Now, if I sense Kook I call 911.

I'll be outdoor today. Thanks.
Everybody enjoys feedback.
Passive-aggressive is pain.
People can be a Big Pain.
They need Goat Milk.
No be drunk today.
Sip jest 2- 'Fat Tire'

(turn gizmo back on)
(Then back off `gin)

Art ,

Funny comment meant to be the post. I must memorize a couple of them at least.

I hope the waitress at the IHOP doesn't have just one leg.

Outside our little room, my friends, the hurricane winds are blowing, but here with Art James, haiku float by like gossamer butterflies!

You always leave me thoughtful :)

Arthur, you are sending out fine pithy movie ideas.
Example:
New York City bar . . .
three sots watching on TV
'The Lost Weekend'
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Or


a teenage driver
regarding Stop and Yield signs
as mere suggestions
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explaining to Pa Pa
that Maypole dancing
is not dirty


……………………………………………..
Put papa in that nyc bar. Then u got a film.
Nothing is more unfortunate than alcoholics
who have not shed conventional morality …
who teach vibrant teenage sons yearning for parental guidance
that the laws of the road are set in stone & that the maypole
is a pagan left-over from superstitious days of old…

The father drinks to forget.
The son yearns to remember one thing, anything, from his childhood,
as he is submerged in the adult world without his father’s guidance.
He goes out in his car and breaks traffic rules.
This is not a life for an upstanding young man.

Father will show up at police station to bail out son for ignoring 12 traffic lights.
They will begin a journey of self discovery!?
This a movie!

Enjoy this day, as you said. There is no guarantee for tomorrow. :) party.

I just love reading your stuff..makes my mind swirl around like I took a shot of Jack Daniels. :) Have a lovely day, sir.

Thinking of you, Art, as I read your words. Sometimes we learn from sad ... if we can allow our sad ... to walk with us ... to be ...
How often, Art ... we learn ... from you ...

I just had to RELAUNCH `gin.

I thank you for the feedback . . .
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focus . . .
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I followed blogger `V. Corso
I saw a pretty pepper photo
Then inside a cubicle @ Salon
or
NYC's Bellevue Nut (bad) ward
?
Maybe . . .
Kerry hit the gin jug `gin this morn
?
There's a beautiful birdsong outside
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&
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ticketed editor
telling the speeding cop
he's a hypocrite
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After I Relaunched

I RELAUNCHED again.
I was reading Frank Aspia (sp)
a comment ref: Reconciliation.
The -
The swirling colored ball . . .
Then -
I was 'booted' So- I Relaunched.
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to editor . . .
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my therapist thinks . . .
Ref: Your nasty mien . . .
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the ne're-do-well
calling others some
the monsignor, 'Dawg'
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asking at dinner
why Kerry (editor) is wearing
stinky bib overalls
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glad to hear that u are in therapy.
hope to God it is not an attractive young lady therapist.
i had a few of them, but lied assiduously. They had such kind eyes,
i wondered why they would be interested in the
mental health of a gadfly ne'er do well
like me. On the walls of their offices
were floral prints and art exhibit
posters, like i dunno,
paris! 1936 exhibition!


i wish i was back in therapy again.
too much to tell them, tho, my road ...i cannot fit it
precisely enough into sound-bites ...the desperation, the
destruction, the decay, all around...i might cry...
but...then i might let on that i like to write!
she would say, 'lemme see some of that!'
i would substitute Art James' work
for my own, haw! she would say,
"buddy, you kinda an ee cummings on lsd
character in yer poetry, eh?"

i would say oh my yes.

..........................
no no more therapy.
enough is enough.
too set in my ways and means.
Deluty gonna have to do for me.

this is what happened to me once:
"trying to impress
his dinner date, ordering
in French a whore"...
woops...


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