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milliways_bar2007-05-31 12:08 pm
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There is a poet sitting by the lake.
I should clarify. There is a cowboy attempting to write poetry, sitting by the lake. He has a pencil and a small notebook, as well as a bottle of root beer -- the good, old-fashioned stuff. He's trying very hard to come up with something that flows nicely.
(It's not going too well.)
Eventually the cowboy gives up. He's taken his left arm out of the sling, but it's still kept close to his body. He doesn't want to irritate healing muscles and tissue, after all.
He settles for throwing pebbles into the lake instead, watching the ripples.
Feel free to come join him.
[Edit: Mun is back for awhile longer.]
I should clarify. There is a cowboy attempting to write poetry, sitting by the lake. He has a pencil and a small notebook, as well as a bottle of root beer -- the good, old-fashioned stuff. He's trying very hard to come up with something that flows nicely.
(It's not going too well.)
Eventually the cowboy gives up. He's taken his left arm out of the sling, but it's still kept close to his body. He doesn't want to irritate healing muscles and tissue, after all.
He settles for throwing pebbles into the lake instead, watching the ripples.
Feel free to come join him.
[Edit: Mun is back for awhile longer.]