Did That Ever Occur To You?
To visit or receive visitors, what torture, suffering to
keep someone company, when you have nothing to talk about, did that ever occur
to you? Except it were your lover, then you can’t stop talking.
What a joy it is now, as I have a home page. That’s my home
where I feel really like home. What I want to say, to have my say is, is there.
How dear you are, my followers who visit me and keep
silent, you likers, especially you, my faithful likers, instead of you visiting,
intruding into my real home. Ha. Ha.
That means I’m freed from having to keep up appearances,
entertain you. Thank God.
You’re so real, so near, though I don’t really see you,
though you are so far. Isn’t that wonderful?
It’s you, dear creatures, who follow, like, love me, I’m
gladly writing, talking to.
February 2013
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