is an old acquaintance of mine, whether I like it or not.
Sorry to read of your father's death, Orian.
Inscrypted in a rock near Plymouth, circa 1666, not far from the site of the yet to be fought," Battle of Balderdash":
" You have to be Wicked Smart to take on the Naughty Dead."
Just letting you know I have a sense of humor, albeit undeveloped, when not enveloped in vanity.
Did she die? I myself am aged, fairly fit, and suffer from no eating disorder. No worries, I take no offense and rather enjoy it ... wait am I reading more into this than intended?
"The First Step Back To Normal Life"
it IS the freeform thread...
... you've lost me.
check your messages.
I know my poem was pushing my product, and the last stanza was added after the death of my father this past Fall because of a Ripple I thought too powerful to ignore. Many would find the poem more secularly appealing if you change the 1st line, 3rd stanza to "...not a peek at God" and drop the last stanza completely.
Now before I take respite and let you get back to pushing your prod, which seems near infinite, I have one question for you, which you can take as rhetorical or not. Did you really dig the Dead or just find a safe house where you could spread your cred?
"'Oh, Whistle A Few Bars And I'll Fake It, My Lad'"
Wit lacks one when quit to best.