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By what I think was a nurse's station. Maybe someone took out their frustrations here. Still having major issues. Waiting to get an MRI scheduled.

Camera: Pentax 67 with 55mm SMC Pentax lens using Fuji PRO400H film

News: I have a couple of pieces in the Velcro Show at the Composition Gallery starting Saturday, August 30 - September 14, 2008.

Song of the day: "Milligram of Happiness" by The Aluminum Group

Poem of the day:
"WHEN Bill was a lad he was terribly bad.
He worried his parents a lot;
He'd lie and he'd swear and pull little girls' hair;
His boyhood was naught but a blot.

At play and in school he would fracture each rule—
In mischief from autumn to spring;
And the villagers knew when to manhood he grew
He would never amount to a thing.

When Jim was a child he was not very wild;
He was known as a good little boy;
He was honest and bright and the teacher's delight—
To his mother and father a joy.

All the neighbors were sure that his virtue'd endure,
That his life would be free of a spot;
They were certain that Jim had a great head on him
And that Jim would amount to a lot.

And Jim grew to manhood and honor and fame
And bears a good name;
While Bill is shut up in a dark prison cell—
You never can tell."
- Franklin P. Adams, "Those Two Boys"


Posted on 25 August, 2008 (17)