Log Cabin Chronicles

POSTCARD SENT WHILE IN ISOLATION AT THE VILLE N. L.

NICHAEL CRAMER

Since there's not really much going on here today,
just a quick note to let you know that I'm well.
But, all in all, there's not an awful lot else to say.

Trying to find some fun things to while the time away
e.g. did you know that there are ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY SEVEN DIFFERENT WORDS inthe unabridged Oxford English Dictionary that rhyme with 'CELL'?!?!
But, otherwise, there's not really much going on here today.

I've started a big book on the life of Manet.
The pages are colorful as they burn (but what a smell!)
but, beyond that, it doesn't have an awful lot else to say.

Home-baking's been nice, even the sourdough's mostly OK
and it goes pretty good with the hamster-tartare tarte-au-belle.
But since lunch, not really much going on here today.

Sadly, I had to throw all my dandelion wine away,
but I've developed quite a liking for the subtle taste of Purell.
But [shrug] there;s not an awful lot else to say.

Just trying to stay hopeful and keep boredom at bay
(so I'm really looking forward to my time in Hell).
But 'til then there's not an awful lot left to say,
'cause there's not really much going on here today.

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