Not easy
to
remember your phone number on the spot.
Who calls themselves, right?
Just don't mix it up with your work one.
I have had that happen once before.
That was a very awkward message
I
Left.
That won't be the last time either.
Remember
when
we used to memorize all phone numbers?
Hopefully you do.
Everyone had chunky beige phones then.
It had only one type of ring.
Dulcitone of a bell being rung.
Ring.
Ring.
I don't want to hear your ringtone.
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Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
New Standards
Hold yourself to standards higher than most.
Listening to the patterns in our words,
There is rhythm in every thing we say.
The span of one breath is all that we need.
Anything that can't be said in that time
May not be worth the breath it takes to say.
We grow uncomfortable in silence.
May the quietness of the world ring loud.
Teach yourself the strength to abstain from speech.
Shape each thought into a hardened diamond.
The blows will land without any remorse.
Language will triumph over all its foes.
Listening to the patterns in our words,
There is rhythm in every thing we say.
The span of one breath is all that we need.
Anything that can't be said in that time
May not be worth the breath it takes to say.
We grow uncomfortable in silence.
May the quietness of the world ring loud.
Teach yourself the strength to abstain from speech.
Shape each thought into a hardened diamond.
The blows will land without any remorse.
Language will triumph over all its foes.
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Patty Seyburn Class,
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