Clear Eyes, Full Belly

Full stomach. 

Less sleep.

Blinking cursor.

Staring back.

Wooh boy.

Got my work cut out for me.

Of course I kid.

This sheet easy.

I just like to play the disgruntled guy.

Ornery.

It makes me smile.

For you see, even in a musings column, I got to play a part.

It's me writing, but only the me I want you to see.

And I'm not advertising this stuff, but it does feel a bit public and a bit private at the same time.

So I do a little jig.

Dancin' around ideas.

Boppin' around musings.

Stalling through giving you more imagery about me dancin'.

But I got a point to make, and it ain't on the top of your head!

Tee hee.

Old insults are the best.

Listen, I want you to know something about me.

I don't forgive.

I forget.

Forgive me, what's your name...

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