Sweet blog,
I have not forgotten thee,
Nor have I forsaken thee.
Thy brilliant flashing cursor,
Crisp, black letters
And jagged page hits graph.
Mine sweet son,
Crawling as he does
Consumes time as baby food.
The laundry
Has staged a revolt
And brought the dishes with.
The professors post
Bi-weekly reminders:
"Thy scholarship must improve".
Bosses mine
Drove me off
"Thou art not needed."
But the time has come
For thou and I
To renew our acquaintance.
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