Originally posted on Third Eye View:
“You can learn from a raindrop. Never be afraid of falling.”
Ode to Robert Alfred Kamarowski
You were no Gautama Buddha;
turns out, you were a barracuda!
Or a rat, old hat, who scat with a blat,
up the creek, with a squeak — imagine that!
Just an ender, an offender, a greedy over-spender –
your destructive feud, was horribly rude,
and my tongue has been in-cheek
during this opera comique, you pipsqueak!
But your latest is your “greatest,” so now I exclude
Sisterlove, a short story I was teaching my sister to drive that year. We had bought a weird old ‘66 Barracuda, silvery-mauve color, and we’d spent weekends compounding the surface, getting ready to give it a coat of wax that would make it really shine.
The Tortoise and the Hare My grandmother told me 80 million times when I was young that I would be a good mother, and I stupidly believed her, since I had an easy time babysitting.
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