Tag: bad poetry
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Day Twenty-Eight

After all that talk of mid-winter yesterday, I arrived at work today to a message in my inbox and the subject line was mid-winter dinner. The message was from my friend, Ed, over at Scott Base. Scott Base is the Antarctic home of our Kiwi neighbors. The message was an invitation to be Ed’s plus…
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Day Twenty-Four

Tonight we enjoyed Stall-a-Palooza. From 8PM until 11PM, I cranked out poem after poem at my Bad Poetry stall. I barely looked up. It’s almost midnight now and I am spent. I’ll share more about Stall-a-Palooza soon, but now I must sleep. For three hours she wrote Poem after poem. Good ones and bad ones.…
