Route One

It's been so long I've forgotten the nifty little code I added to break up my posts. Bear with me while I figure this out. I'm a tech moron, so this may take a while to figure out.

Still got the Funks, but it yields productivity at a time when I most need to purge. So may the Funk be with you.

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That two roads
to destinies
parallel
should intersect
so often
proves
they are meant
to travel
as one.

JGH 2008

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(Second) First Post

Well, hello, and Happy New Year.

Can't really say the year's off to a fabulous start. Beyond life's necessities--well, most of them--being met, there isn't much to brag about. But that's another post for another blog (as in, not this one).

I've just decided that if I were to classify my life as a music genre, it would be a hybrid of funk and blues. I've got the funky blues. I know what I mean, but I really don't feel like explaining it. I'm in what I endearingly refer to as a "funk" right now, so I apologize in advance for my 'tude.

But The Funks is, at the least, a productive time. I have written four poems in the past two months, which is impressive considering my years-long Battle with Da Block.

Type rest of the post here

Here is a little something I baked a few minutes ago.

Love music
Loving you is like
playing a smudged CD; the
melody is my
favorite, yet I wonder
when I'll hear more than verse one.

JGH 2008

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