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Friday, October 5, 2018

Thoughts: Stress at the door.

When stress comes knocking at your door, its often best to pretend you're not home. 
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Monday, September 24, 2018

Poetry: Never Chase A Techno Goose.

Sometimes, You will feel like you are chasing a wild goose. However,
for if you try to catch one, be sure my friend, that it is not, indeed a techno goose.

Sunday, September 23, 2018

Poetry: It Is Winter

It Is Winter.
By: Thomas Leathers
It is very bitter out today,
for the snow glistens to me along the way.
The frigid wind whispers a song,
and all the creatures seem to play along.
Tis' the season to shiver and cold.
The snow blows around, so resentful, so bold
While some long for the taste of lemon and lime,
I know that that can come in time.
The winter is a time to look back.
Not really a time to pack.
The wind in my fur, the snow my paws throw,
leave curious clues, that glisten, a real show.
I swish my tail, and look back
on the times I've done, this and that.
It is a swell time to play in the snow,
When Its gone, its hard to know.
Whomever you are, whatever you may be.
I'll tell you a secret, It's between you and me.
Life has its ups, as well as its downs
be it a forest or one of many towns.
With winter comes the holidays, as well as a new year
so spend it with your loved ones, whom you hold so dear.
And the snow & ice come it may,
it is winter, today is the day.