tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26495977.post114566042527194388..comments2023-09-27T01:47:06.621-06:00Comments on Do Not Go Gentle — Poetry & Cancer, Life & Death: 4.21.06, Title Track, Sans ExplicationMr. Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11269292710998486303noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26495977.post-1148031331653975472006-05-19T03:35:00.000-06:002006-05-19T03:35:00.000-06:00I remember this poem quite well--how could I forge...I remember this poem quite well--how could I forget---Rodney Dangerfield, "Back to School", yes?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26495977.post-1145746974252653932006-04-22T17:02:00.000-06:002006-04-22T17:02:00.000-06:00Just wondering what the number of the day is on th...Just wondering what the number of the day is on the franky scale? Mr. Jones, what is up with you today?<BR/>I am sitting here with Mike-- and we are wondering where you are, what your mind is saying to you?<BR/>Can we go jogging with you? His little baby Jasmine can't wait for the arrival of her uncle -- to show off her new learning skill of crawling and playing airplane with her Dad. <BR/>Lucky Jasmine, she doesn't have to deal with three hormonal sisters! : )<BR/>Love you and your aorta-- Mom says to say "Hi" and that she loves you more. <BR/>We are still anxiously waiting for the franky number.<BR/>Then we are all going shopping for mangos and coffee.<BR/>It is sunny here in Zion. wow, have we got a great view for you. <BR/>Big love and Bran Muffins- Slarry<BR/>We have a date at 10:30 tomorrow. : )Slarryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06718932691540222601noreply@blogger.com