Thoughts I've thunk while sippin' at a cup of tea and reading something provoking, often get dropped here for the benefit of humanity and my own hubris.
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I decided that I really needed to clean up my web site, and get all of my pages under the same template and do various tidying up. This included resetting my poetry, which got me to reading some of my old… well, stuff.
Some of it is rather embarrassing … like this insipid love poem. Ick. Sure I remember the girl. Sure I remember the emotions at the time. Sure I remember the breakup. Sure I remember the re-breakup. Sure I remember the re-re-breakup. This doesn’t make the poem any better.
But I can’t just casually remove it from my hard drive. Since I published it on my web site (thinking at the time that it wasn’t that bad for a love poem), I feel obligated to continue to leave it on my web site. You know, I published it, so I should continue to keep it in circulation.
I suppose it would probably be useful for someone to plagiarize and give to their soon-to-be ex-girlfriend. 
All I can say is that it is a good thing that I never published any of my awful poetry from high school or I might feel obligated to post it here as well. Double-ick.
Someone once told me that your best poem is your last poem. And I tend to agree with that a lot. But some of my early poems bring back fond memories, and some aren’t too bad. Some are even becoming quite popular, since it seems that lots of people enjoy typing “I hate poetry” into the Google engine and getting my poem on that subject.
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