Feelin’ cute, might construct a statue of Ozymandias later.
Something to make ye Mighty look on and despair. IDK.
Workin’ on those gray streaks like Hunter Rose.
This item at a Roanoke pastry shop reads “I survived a nail trim.”
There’s a lesson here for writers, though – if you’re unsure of your font or word spacing, ass a friend.
I hope you will join me in congratulating SmithaV for being awarded Spillwords Press Publication of the Month for August 2024. You can find her wonderful poem “Empty Lines” right here.
(Thanks also to those of you who voted for me in the contest. I certainly appreciate it.)
It’s like the Westerosi sigil for House Unmarried. (A delicious sigil.)
But, damn, I miss the baked mac-and-cheese served at Mary Washington College. I know I’m not the only one.
Pal of mine built a custom deck for his backyard; he got offended when I referred to it as a “porch.”
Admittedly, it was a porch choice of words.
Thank you to everybody who made my birthday a happy one yesterday, including the many cool people who called or sent messages.
You brought a smile to an old man’s face. 😉
(And I have an ulterior motive for the reminder because my poem “Smiling Among Inert Shipwrecks” was nominated.) 😉
You can register to vote at Spillwords Press right here , and then cast your vote right here in the contest.
Have fun, and thank you in advance if you happen to vote for me! 🙂
Because omelettepus sounds too weird.
Don’t lie. You know you want some.
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