The days are getting longer.
This always happens in January.
Our lives are getting shorter.
Go to the dictionary
and look up meaning.
The days are getting longer.
This always happens in January.
Our lives are getting shorter.
Go to the dictionary
and look up meaning.
Hi John, I love you and your poetry and I never ever write to tell you how much my interludes with one of your poems has touched me. This one today, I laughed out loud. Yesterday on Star Date, on the radio, Sandy Wood reported the earth is closest to the sun in January, but here we are freezing our asses. The days are getting longer, we’re closer to the sun, I should be finding a joy of returning light, and yet my finger nails grow faster, my nose hair grows faster, my life is moving forward faster and, as you note, getting shorter.
OK. Where’s that fucking dictionary? And, do I really want to look it up? Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Thanks, Dean! So good to hear from you. Here’s to surviving January!
John
On Thu, Jan 5, 2017 at 9:10 AM, john mann poems wrote:
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