I wrote this poem assuming winter was over. For a bit, it was. Then last night we got hail and this morning sleet. Can never catch a break. Maybe one day Spring will come around and stay for a bit.
Today’s poetry:
Don’t know what it is, but cooking anime does something special that really makes you salivate, even when you’re not hungry.
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One of the most precious things you can own is your sanity. But when you pursue forbidden, dark knowledge, be it for power or truth, this is the toll you must pay.
Today's poetry:
As a kid, I grew up on the NES thanks to my grandfather. I recall the time when my cousin and I played together. We said “look how realistic the graphics are!” Ahh… good times. Good memories. And plenty of good games.
