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Glottonous May 2015
This century spins wilder than prior gyres,
Racing backward, ever more efficient and spectacular,
Study finds.
 
The weather today, like every day, is
Immense and incomprehensible.
 
Election week is soon, and the Salv-nation Party candidate
Would like to remind voters of the Party of the Mysterious Robe's Mysteriousness.
Representatives for the PMR gave no comment.
 
****** digital performer @JezebElsa
Went viral with her leaks. #HollywoodNewz
 
An impressive number of people we know
Demand justice for all registered unrepentant killers.
 
A Meteor landed not ironically atop Selfiecomplishment Summit early this morning,
Injuring only the most dedicated hikers.
Confirming folklore, the Meteor disappeared once photographed.
Don't go out trying to find it.
However, you may still purchase a tincture of the liquid it contained
From us at OrganicH2.Org.Headfeed.com
No meteorologists were harmed.
 
Us vs. Terror: Terrorwatch!:
The Monsters we've been ignoring
Have taken the City and consumed the last of
An informative poem.
Fred Wilbur May 2019
PMR
(PolyMyalgia Rheumatica)

I found her in the laundry room, her back to me.
I could tell something was wrong.
I asked, “How are you feeling?”
She replied, “Like I’ve been hit by a truck.”
As she turned to me, I could see she was crying.
She does not cry easily.

I saw her in the garden, trying to turn over one of the new beds.
I could tell by her body language she was not doing well.
I asked, “Would you like some help?”
She replied, “I would love it!”
And she wiped a tear from her eye.
She does not cry easily.

I rolled over in bed and put my arms around her
I could tell she was not right.
I asked in a whisper, “May I rub your back?”  
She replied, “That would be lovely”,
And she sniffed.
She does not cry easily.

I walked in when she was reading this poem.
I could see she was touched.
I asked, “Hope you didn’t mind my writing this?”
She replied, “I didn’t think you noticed.”
As her eyes filled with tears, we hugged.
She does not cry easily.

She lives with this painful disease.
It keeps her from living a full life.
She does as well as she can do.
It saps her strength and limits her day.
Sometimes, it makes her cry,
And she does not cry easily.

— The End —