I can do poetry, too, but I won’t – because when I was a kid, I wrote a sonnet. When I introduced it to my Dad, the exchange went something like this:
Me: Dad, I wrote a sonnet!
Dad: Great, son, let’s hear it!
I read the poem.
Dad: What did you say it was called?
Me: A sonnet.
Dad: Well, I know why they call it that – son, ‘at thing is terrible.
Ba. Da. Boom….
I actually copy and paste very, very, well though:
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This is an actual poem from 1949. Apparently, the more things change, the more they stay the same.
Via AOSHQ.
The Rio Norte Line 
Write it out, please. I can’t see a lot of it……
kells – Click on it and enlarge it. It will come up as clear as a – – – well, bell!
Hmmmmm – I posted this once already on this thread but it didn’t show up. Here goes again –
The more things change, the more they stay the same.
Thanks, FL! Funny!
By the by, how did you know to do that? Is that some sort of common computer do-do that-voodoo-thingy?
No, dear. It says “Click to Enlarge” in the little gray box right under the picture of the article. 😉
Sorry! Spewed my drink. 😆
Dang! Why can’t I be cool and see the details like y’all!
Hey, we can’t all be kewl…some of us just have to be nerds. 😉
Mike from sunny South Florida.
Yeah, Guy, so where’s my damn tree?