Poem: They Says

May the way be the day.
as the whey is from hey.

How is the bet like wet>
when wet is like bet.

Pans who likes cans can bend,
like Ben who lends a hand.

The hand that is like sand,
is sharp as a harp.

No matter how hard we try,
we can never fly that far.

when par four is no more,
ore is made into hordes.

Of course there is a farce,
a coarse is never smooth.

Like a fool...who spools over this.

DMB 01-28-06

An End of A day!

This day was a rainy day. The time changed had me messed up this morning. We all lost a hour in a sense and we will gain it back in the fall. Just leave time alone! Then I won't have to set the clocks back or forward again.
But that is life! Been twittering and blogging at my other blogsite. There I have been publishing some of my poems. They are at wordpress.com .