“the exact day I became a poet was april 1, 1965,
the day I bought my first typewriter.”
in honor of poetry month.
mine was the day I learned to hold a pencil
and found a scrap of paper to scribble on.
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“what did the tree learn from the earth to be able to talk with the sky?”
image credit: claudia tremblay, montreal
this may or may not be me in my easter finest.
happy easter all.
“fashion fades, only style remains the same. “
image credit: pinterest vintage
(someone who looks a lot like me at happy hour last night)
“it is the ability to take a joke, not make one, that proves you have a sense of humor.”
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here cometh april again,
and as far as I can see the world hath more fools in it than ever.
image credit: vintage french postcard – pinterest.com