I woke up this morning thinking "Ooh, pretty poetry, wonder what lovely words graced the screen while I slept."
I woke to THIS! More crap I can't understand. What the hell? I can't work this. Now, I'm gonna go to my crap job and with out a single pretty poem to occupy my raving lunatic mind because I don't know how to work these new changes! Its 6:57 am and I'm going to have a drink!! Good day!

No matter how often a road is traveled by,
It never tells the same story twice.
(c) LazharBouazzi

Skipping rocks down the river of life
Making ripples in the water and foot prints in the sand
Music is blaring as we dance to our jam
We don't care who's watching as we act crazy together
As we hold hands for many years forever and ever...