tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50520916740508460792024-02-19T23:45:17.134-08:00Fishy fishy in a brookLael M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07583938002502827237noreply@blogger.comBlogger81125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052091674050846079.post-7623349890194320132013-04-23T18:02:00.000-07:002013-04-23T18:02:29.670-07:00Meh. <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Why do things that are broken always pour out?<br />
The pressure of contents seeking release.<br />
This spilling response of something needing to go somewhere.<br />
Only so much of little particles built up, can be contained behind cracked parts.<br />
<br />
Glue, hold together, glue again.<br />
Sit and stare at the parts.<br />
They fit together don't they?<br />
Not anymore. Not to me.<br />
Missing pieces.<br />
The fear of an eternal leak.<br />
<br />
This gravity pushing, pulling.<br />
Evaporation spreads it out.<br />
Makes room for tomorrow.<br />
<br />
Do not worry about tomorrow.<br />
Each day has enough trouble of its own. </div>
Lael M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07583938002502827237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052091674050846079.post-18801118932054011092013-03-25T10:31:00.001-07:002013-03-25T10:31:25.991-07:00Not the saviorThe toilet needed cleaning because dang it, it matters. <br />
Plaid pants and striped slipper boots, because I want to.<br />
Red lipstick with a hoodie seen by no one, but it's pretty to me. <br />
Chopin and oils because, people, go run your own life. <br />
The time, a clock that disappeared from my wall. <br />
Stop apologizing because you aren't what people want. <br />
So what? I like the perfume that smells funny. <br />
Perfume never saved anybody, it never will. Lael M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07583938002502827237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052091674050846079.post-56896458851537432352012-09-10T21:46:00.001-07:002012-09-10T21:46:13.146-07:00InterestingWhy is it that people encourage one to sleep in, on a day off? <br />
Sleep is for the body, rest is what I need. I think. <br />
Wouldn't you agree, that after a mental drain one would need to rest their mind? <br />
I'm waking up early. <br />
Lael M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07583938002502827237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052091674050846079.post-88208599317985674392012-09-08T10:47:00.002-07:002012-09-08T10:47:26.251-07:00You didn't have to...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Thank you, sir.<br />
Thank you for honoring beauty.<br />
No strings attached, no awkwardness.<br />
You leave me with my jaw dropped.<br />
You didn't try to swing anything, no number expected.<br />
You walk out confidently with a girl by your side,<br />
and leave another knowing she is gorgeous.<br />
She is honored for living and being.<br />
By the name of Sid.<br />
You made yourself honorable and great.<br />
Thank you, sir. </div>
Lael M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07583938002502827237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052091674050846079.post-83670576243923784582012-08-31T11:55:00.001-07:002012-08-31T11:55:54.212-07:00Jimmy is now Mama SquirrelSo I had this friend <br />
He came to visit me when I sat under his tree <br />
I think he liked me because I fed him French fries one day<br />
He seemed hungry and grateful<br />
I called him Jimmy<br />
<br />
But today, he carried something very large in his mouth<br />
He struggled up a tree <br />
Pausing half way to re-grip what he held<br />
I noticed it had a tail! Though much smaller then the previously thought "Jimmy's" tail<br />
So she made it up the tree and then wall, struggling still <br />
And found the little corner with her nest<br />
A mini head peeped out with hers to look below<br />
So I left her my corn cob and determined that I shall call her Mama Squirrel now<br />
Lael M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07583938002502827237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052091674050846079.post-11596654681706875462012-04-26T10:34:00.001-07:002012-04-26T10:34:41.192-07:00Coffee shop convo overheard"...and missing two fingers, his hand gripped my back like with a claw grip! ...and pulled us apart. Then I said, I'm sorry sir, it was my fault."<br />
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Lael M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07583938002502827237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052091674050846079.post-29195989675596140432012-04-17T11:13:00.001-07:002012-04-17T11:13:13.627-07:00Seeing northYes, I challenge<br />
For the benefit of the view<br />
The perspective <br />
It shifts when I challenge<br />
Do you see it too? <br />
Why don't you see it that way?<br />
Don't you think we're small?<br />
Don't you want to see the meaning?<br />
Come on. <br />
To stay in one place<br />
To see the world the same way forever<br />
Wouldn't that be mundane? <br />
What is new in staying that way?<br />
I challenge for a new view <br />
To stand on a skyscraper <br />
Look to below and shout direction <br />
In the crowd you don't know north <br />
Lael M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07583938002502827237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052091674050846079.post-47864720492277299912012-03-19T20:31:00.002-07:002012-03-19T20:35:35.619-07:00Business CardNot to be too vague<div>or confusing</div><div>but it's worth a post</div><div>and worth enough to not explain</div><div><br /></div><div>You see, you don't need this</div><div>but I do</div><div>A reminder of this</div><div>what it was and what it is </div><div><br /></div><div>You know those things that trigger?</div><div>Something unrelated to the rest </div><div>But to you it means the world</div><div>A simple Business Card </div><div><br /></div>Lael M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07583938002502827237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052091674050846079.post-56536682857739042672012-03-12T22:31:00.004-07:002012-03-12T22:40:10.871-07:00idiot<div>given up </div><div>you terrify me</div><div>it's because I care </div><div>your pain so deep</div><div>run so apathetically </div><div>as if it won't catch</div><div>yet you run</div><div>admittedly failed </div><div>confessed confusion </div><div>do I give up, or keep hoping? </div>Lael M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07583938002502827237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052091674050846079.post-63695342472090712542012-03-09T13:47:00.003-08:002012-03-09T14:02:35.858-08:00Welp.<div><br /></div><div>It is very rare that I write when I am in an extremely good mood.</div><div>I mean, who has the time to write when you're bouncing around as if the moon's atmosphere has come to earth.</div><div><br /></div><div>Not that I'm in that state currently, but I am indeed sipping coffee on a lovely afternoon and pondering an event. And if you continue reading, you will find that you have stumbled upon a somewhat smiling conversation in my head. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Thank you, friend.</div><div>You have been most encouraging, beneficial and needed. Yes, needed. </div><div>You see, one may occasionally need a lift, a smile, a ridiculous happening. </div><div>A nudge to breathe, a reminder of spring.</div><div>Spring, where one dismisses the bitter and cold.</div><div>A lightheartedness. A grin. You see? Be silly for moment, it cannot hurt. </div><div>I am grateful for your response. </div><div>Relieved that you've not put another weight on my shoulders.</div><div>That you let me go on when all the others pull me down, guilt my heart.</div><div>Many speak words, few remember and hold to them. </div><div>You've proven yourself true. </div><div>Thank you, friend. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Lael M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07583938002502827237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052091674050846079.post-7130684616963701812012-02-27T19:14:00.003-08:002012-02-27T19:25:08.299-08:00deserving of lowercaseyour newly constructed house<div>paper thin and pretty</div><div>it sits in the sky</div><div>nothing beneath </div><div>you stare past the view</div><div>of the castle below </div><div>it's grounded</div><div>your home </div><div>yet burns </div><div><br /></div><div>you're blind</div>Lael M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07583938002502827237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052091674050846079.post-16716220426535455912012-01-06T15:04:00.001-08:002012-01-06T15:04:36.993-08:00Should you shrink.<br />
Waffle. Flake. Bananas. Nuts.<br />
Oh, the commonalities. <br />
What are you afraid of? <br />
The height is still as high, the second time as the first.<br />
Should you shrink from such sights?<br />
Just as well. <br />
Shrink.<br />
For the end will bring ease to you. <br />
Ease and a far less treasure.<br />
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Lael M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07583938002502827237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052091674050846079.post-67874429571141226222011-12-10T20:21:00.001-08:002011-12-10T20:21:53.926-08:00Happy PlaceIn time, keeping time <br />
Make it so I don't think <br />
Wait for a signal, follow, repeat <br />
Throw in a surprise<br />
The challenge of not thinking<br />
Not anticipating the next step<br />
Mind unengaged, distant, calm <br />
Heart numb and careless <br />
A step, a spin, a tailored move<br />
The charm of leaving behind <br />
If only for awhile <br />
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<br />
<br />
<br />
Lael M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07583938002502827237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052091674050846079.post-4995515711853041452011-12-08T21:41:00.001-08:002011-12-08T21:41:11.198-08:00A shade painted untrueEh.<br />
There ya' are<br />
Few and far between<br />
Only there when you wanna be <br />
Or not, maybe it's me <br />
Maybe my hesitant heart<br />
Maybe the part that's pain <br />
And that past paints you <br />
It paints a shade of distrust <br />
The shade that makes me run<br />
I'm sorry for that <br />
The selfish is me Lael M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07583938002502827237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052091674050846079.post-24809836103883324502011-12-08T07:17:00.001-08:002011-12-08T07:17:53.917-08:00Ps. 62<br />
"Trust in Him at all times, O people; pour out your heart before Him; God is a refuge for us." Lael M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07583938002502827237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052091674050846079.post-75949211339171806012011-12-07T14:42:00.001-08:002011-12-07T14:42:47.072-08:00Conversation"But what if he's not my best friend?"<br />
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"Then I won't send him."Lael M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07583938002502827237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052091674050846079.post-46086396870486685502011-11-23T05:26:00.001-08:002011-11-23T05:26:08.017-08:00The heart of fall leavesUncertain and faltering<br />
Carried by breeze<br />
Against a gray, chilled sky <br />
Twisted and taken by things all around <br />
Shifting from heights low and then high <br />
Carried to places unknown <br />
Lands on a rooftop wishing for peace<br />
Taken afar with a brush of change <br />
Destiny driven<br />
Chase of The Presence <br />
Sets for but moments <br />
Settled for time Lael M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07583938002502827237noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052091674050846079.post-75197504303537938762011-11-21T08:17:00.001-08:002011-11-21T08:17:57.773-08:00The 55 of Psalm"And I say, "Oh, that I had wings like a dove! I would fly away and be at rest;<br />
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yes, I would wander far away; I would lodge in the wilderness; <br />
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I would hurry to find a shelter from the raging wind and tempest. <br />
<br />
...Cast your burden on the Lord, and he will sustain you; he will never permit the righteous to be moved."<br />
Lael M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07583938002502827237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052091674050846079.post-38390636244299820712011-11-13T19:27:00.000-08:002011-11-13T19:36:16.897-08:00Day of Gray<div>This place comes and goes</div><div>visits unannounced </div><div>reckless and abandoning </div><div>pulls down below a fog</div><div>eyes squint to see the light</div><div>ships gnarled on the rocks</div><div>they were innocent you know </div><div><br /></div>Lael M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07583938002502827237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052091674050846079.post-25608625408751043312011-07-25T16:50:00.000-07:002011-07-25T16:57:35.917-07:00<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Thank you for the storm Jesus </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Though terrifying and terrible</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">though wicked and blasting </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Your hand is protecting </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Your eyes, they are watching</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">keeping, assuring </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Your heart is alive</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">to the movement in mine</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">my loving one</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">mighty and true</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">Your words are in pain</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica">the sweetest touch </p>Lael M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07583938002502827237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052091674050846079.post-71411748660076166222011-06-23T09:41:00.000-07:002011-06-23T10:03:58.500-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">To be called Royalty.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">To see oneself as deserving</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Utterly wretched</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Yet, as wretched- forgotten</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Precious</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Worth something, anything</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">More than deserving</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Born into a position of reverence</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Given a rich destiny </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Called Beloved </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">To wear glory as if it belonged to you</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Above filth, above mocking</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">For a sinking heart and lowered eyes</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">To be raised up?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Invited to dance?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Requested to sit before The King?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Royalty!? </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A breath does not come</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Vein's pulsing with emotion</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Drained in gratefulness</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">To be Royalty. </span></span></div>Lael M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07583938002502827237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052091674050846079.post-68935543902619188292011-04-06T13:53:00.000-07:002011-04-06T13:57:01.440-07:00Separated.<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">An email at work</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Separated spreadsheets </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Puts into a trance</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Separated. Alienated. </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">One whole but two parts </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">A thousand miles away</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">No, millions </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">No, galaxies. </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">So far, a heart so gone</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Torn, ripped</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Confused. Sorely confused. </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Running. No, racing stupid. </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Beating in panic. </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Hurting in guilt. </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Far from together.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Far from secure. </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Alone. </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Dear God. </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">For your sake, you see? </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Chase.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">For faithfulness. </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Love.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <!--EndFragment-->Lael M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07583938002502827237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052091674050846079.post-86955879511664270512011-03-29T08:15:00.000-07:002011-03-29T08:27:23.545-07:00Office Politics<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15px; ">Can anybody tell me why directly following, I have this need to eat?</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt; font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia">And stuff my face I do well, even on a full stomach.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt; font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia">Yes, I’ve had a grapefruit and three cheese sticks,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt; font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia">but a poptart may motivate me to roll in your dough <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt; font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia">even if it’s the cheap kind that aids my double chin growth. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt; font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia">Not enough, you say? Cheese stick #4. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt; font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia">Slow, you say? Pop tart feast. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt; font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia">And thanks, by the way<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt; font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia">for slight undertones of a compliment. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->Lael M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07583938002502827237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052091674050846079.post-16618422472129843622011-03-28T12:06:00.001-07:002011-03-28T12:07:54.592-07:00Ode to the flat duck:<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Post to Appease my Friend Eric</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br />ducky dear<br />it is quite clear<br />that you are flat<br />and far from fat<br />I'm sorry that deeps<br />he made you peep<br />when running over<br />with his chair<br />please forgive<br />the unfortunate error</span></span>Lael M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07583938002502827237noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5052091674050846079.post-92031970558206103592011-01-19T11:21:00.001-08:002011-03-29T08:15:22.367-07:00Beautiful He SaysIt’s nice to know people think that<br />I suppose <br />I’ll take it as a compliment<br />Though I’m not sure I care<br />It frustrates me<br />The surface level attention<br />The meaningless compliments<br />I know you’ll mean it by your intentions <br />When you find me <br />And say that I’m beautiful<br />I’ll know you’re not lying<br />Your sincere smile<br />I’ll believeLael M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07583938002502827237noreply@blogger.com0