The Oxymoron Poem

Ladies and gentlemen, hobos and tramps, cross-eyed mosquitoes, and bow-legged ants, I come before you to sit behind you and tell you a story I know nothing about. Admission is free, so pay at the door, pull out a chair, and sit on the floor

One sunny day in the middle of the night, two dead boys arose to fight. Back-to-back, they faced each other, drew their swords and shot each other. A mute man shrieked at the fright, and a lame man danced at the ghastly sight. A deaf policeman heard the noise and came to kill the two dead boys. If you don't believe this lie is true, ask the blind man, for he saw it too.

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Good Morning & Good Day

I finally found a place to post random thoughts about absolutely nothing. Thanks again in part to Google for helping me to find Blogger.com I have been a member of Blogger.com and today I found the desire to see what this site is all about. I curious to see who among the faithful, will be first to post a reply. I have my money on a brother or uncle. Time will only tell and if your not looking, not even that well.

Twitter

So how can someone like myself go almost a year without posting to his blog. I have no idea, but I know that there is to much on the internet. How come I can't post to everything at once? Twitter, email, texting, blogs and whoever wants to read/listen. I have to much to think about, to much to decide and to much to much. I want to post, I want to keep everything updated and yet I will find a way to lose touch with one or more of my favorite "post" sites. Oh well... for now I am addicted to Twitter and tomorrow it could be something else.

cymitchell

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