Posted by episode81 on September 17, 2009
Like many teenagers, I wrote bad poetry. I came across my old poetry book the other day. What was I thinking? It was all doom and gloom – dead people, uncontrollable emotions and pop song cliches. Good grief, I was a miserable teenager. Be very grateful that there was no internet back then. Self published prose. Yikes!
Anywho, I digress …
I ran all my blog posts through it and it came up with only one. I think it is rather good 🙂
If Bill Clinton had
come from Idaho, I would
still be in the dark.