I'm very serious now. But when I first wake up in the morning. My mouth is dry from all my snoring.
I sip my coffee to get myself going. I turn on my phone to see what's showing. I look on Treasure Net to start my morning. I see who's mad at me today. To see if it is about what I say. They don't like the fact that I'm right. Because it seem like it's always a fight. I will prove myself to be true. Then finally the truth for all of you.
How is that for funny?
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You wrote a sonnet Bob! Well almost. Here's a poem by Robert Frost....
"Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun,
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
'Stay where you are until our backs are turned!'
We wear our fingers rough with handling them...."
