

Ollabog TwocentsThis piece a silly one should be - To suit my current mood, you see - And since you'll find the author's me, This piece a silly one shall be.Ollabog Twocents
But if I cannot find the rhymes And somehow end up adding limes When rhymes are scarce, then at those times I surely ought not look for rhymes!
It is at those times, of course When esoteric words like 'bourse' Along with simpler ones like 'horse' Find themselves in rhymes, of course!
But if I should not find the skill Nor talent to go for the kill When scribing lines, no doubt I will Keep tryin


UnderfootMy coat wrapped tight, The leaves, alight, The sharp air cold and clear...Underfoot
A leaf aground! I glance around And crush it when I near.
Beauty? Perhaps. Why, then? A lapse? No, something else, I fear.
What else is there? A soul laid bare - A pain I dare not near.
My lust, now dead! Ignorance fled! Too late for you, love came.
I carry on, My malice gone. Remorse is now my name.
I, saddened, see The others flee And know that I'm to blame -
The leaf I chose Ma


What I found at InfinityI saw many curious things when I arrived at infinity - I stood at the edge of existence and looked back at everything; I grazed in the field where every graph ends; I stood at the bottom of a fractal and pricked my finger on the barbs; I met the last digit of pi a friendly sort, if a bit shy his only friends finish e and phi; I nearly fell off the Cartesian plane, bWhat I found at Infinity
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English doesn't borrow from other languages. It follows them down dark allies, knocks them over, and goes through their pockets for loose grammar.
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