From the Northern village of Ontonagon
Comes an endless flow of web loggin’
The internet it seems
Is packed with memes
And a continuous flow of bloggin’
About the Creator
Fred Looney
My first lifetime, I wrote in the language of computers. Now, in my "Retirement" I want to express my thoughts and feelings to other humans.
Please join me in this new adventure while I explore what I have been hiding in my subconscious.
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The Business of Nature
Dew drops reflected the light of the sun. The inhabitants of Whispering Woods woke up to the golden droplets of water on the leaves of the flora. The oaks particularly enjoyed the light and the maples did, too. Happiness enveloped all who lived there, even the rocks that cried out in the night delighted in the morning.
By Skyler Saundersa day ago in Fiction
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