A Windy Poem

The wind commanded this poem (and the drawing above) out of me:   Wearisome wind, Whistling and whirling, It’s windsome.   Whipping round walls, Whirring down walkways, It’s wildsome.   Another example of making up words, as written about previously. Perhaps there are official words I could’ve used there that …

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Present Perfect Tense

I’ve been thinking about the time when I used to lock my keys in my car at least once a week and not be able to find things I was “absolutely 100% certain” (in my imagination) that I had put in a particular place. I know that my mind at …

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Books Revisited

A world without books. Real books. Those made of paper embedded with ink. I remember some saying that eventually everything will be electronic. Printed books will be gone. Defunct. What a horrifying thought. However, I doubt that all the books could be replaced completely by virtual reality. Perhaps there may …

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