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Poem 1: A Beginning

I sat and I wondered, to myself in my head, what shall I do before going to bed? "There's not much day left; there's no time ...

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Poem 50: Over the Hill

Fifty is merely a number,
but it represents going quite far.
Now I've met fifty, and that is quite nifty,
but it still does not meet the bar.

I'll make it to 365;
to the end of the year, like I goaled.
However, the path is not just simple math,
so I hope it'll never get old.

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