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I just heard the Paul McCartney and Wings song, Band On The Run on the radio. I got that album for my sixteenth birthday along with Led Zep's Houses Of The Holy, and Alice Cooper's Killer. My age is showing again. Every once in a while I feel it.

I've tried to comment on a number of people's blogs this evening, but Blogger won't let me. It freezes up at the word verification thing, so please don't think that I've ignored you. I've read everyone tonight. I've also written three poems this evening. Here's one:

What I Am And Am Not

When you see me
on the street
don’t call me a sinner
or a saint, a winner
or a loser, a whiner
or tolerant.
Don’t call me
lazy or ambitious,
mischievous or stern,
thrifty or extravagant.
Try not to think of me
as a loner or social,
humble or proud or smart
or a nitwit or just plain
dumb. Think of me as
neither a drunkard
nor a teetotaler. Think
of me as neither a gift
nor gifted nor a burden
to be carried around.
For I am none of these
sometimes, and some
of these sometimes,
and sometimes I am all
of them all at once!

Everyone have a nice evening and a Happy Tuesday.