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The White Tower no (semi)colon Stepin's Last Battle

Wheel turns,  road burns, Feet grubs, man buns.  Perfection meets the slide Imperfect lullaby In me Power seethes All heart Turn cloak My part? Stop thief Liandrin Love men State I'm in Not forming align the teeth Get a grip Pull away Lay it straight Conclusion? Stunned again. For the murderer's perspective on this death, see fan theory poem Black :  https://atributetomyhost.blogspot.com/2021/12/wot-white-tower-4-8-of-12-light-weaving.html

Child Valda's Wheelright

Tune: Egwene Meter: 12 Title:  Ageless Annie Mae At 12:00 is Annie Mae's nap, Sheet pulled over, cheeks to pat. At half past noon, it's time to zoom. Tico, her man, on standby again. At 1:00, banana and egg, At two, ooh, don't bite me boo. Then at three, playtime with me, We sing our songs and kiss along Four of course it's spray and sheet, Hydration... Such a feat! Dinner time, legumes and attack!  Scuze me honey? You want wanted a whattie?  Well early to bed and early to rise,  These rings! those golden eyes.  Interpretations:  The poem is a commentary on the show. It is as fictional as the show in that we only have inference to Valda’s view of catching the Amyrlin Seat. It switches perspectives amongst him, Egwene, and Perrin. I wrote about my attempts to bond with my new parrot Annie Mae as foreshadowing for Valda fantasizing the reverse - breaking the victim and her bonded warder. In poetry the opposites are meant to be poignant symbols. It begin...

What I wish I knew about COVID before I had it

Original Post on 11/25/21 Added links. No sponsors. Just The Covid and my lonesome time. Meter: 2-19-21 Tune: CDC  (real covid how-to link) Title: Emergency Meeting I found out there's a treatment for COVID when I got diagnosed and BAM! I got monoclonal antibody injections.   So, I park in the upper lot, carrying my security blanket (aka bottle of propel), and start to think about all the other things I could be doing besides this. I want to slip away.  I get pulled back by everything busy and humming. I stumble on. . . my backpack . I talk to the ones wearing the biggest masks who point out where to sit. So I take a deep breath and put on my A game while I got poked in my muffin top . Under? I joked and laughed and had a good time with my hand on my heart.   So I asked the kind CDC workers all the way in from Washington, DC   my burning questions about how to handle the holidays , school, & my kids now that I tested positive .  Here's what I lear...