Aren't They Cute!
They have been endowed by a
mischievous-prone nature with some
quite interesting features. Perpetual-motion
creatures of nervous energy? Check, they
most certainly qualify. Irritating little
tyrannical dynamos? You bet. What
they urge us to focus on is to their
benefit, not necessarily ours other
than achieving brief relief from ongoing
entitlements. Yes, they're companions
and entertaining as all hell, even if
this is the function they attribute to us
that we live to fulfill their needs. They
are superb timepieces with a metronomic
precision upon whom we can rely
to remind us how remiss we often are:
8:00 am, 11:00 am, 2pm, 6:00 pm
on the fastest swooping hand of: breakfast
extended walk, snack and dinner in
that order, and with randomized other
instances of demands to be met in
the order of demand-and-fetch-instanter.
Wait a minute, please -- they're calling . . .
Monday, August 8, 2016
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Poetry
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