Porkrind the Great

I wrote a new poem this morning, just now.  I think it’s quite good.

I got the idea for it as I was walking Porky around the back of my apartment complex.  I wouldn’t have been home, walking the dog and getting the idea, if I didn’t have some sort of crud/flu/unpleasantness right now.  So there you go.  You never know when your muse is going to bite you on the ass.

I am now going back to my couch and my blankets.

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