Who Am I?
Who Am I? She joked as I was tapping keys, saying you are a poetry addict! That is when I said Honey please, just call me... poetic fanatic. That's how this all got started, she said I am one strange guy, I laughed so hard that I farted, one which put a tear in her eye. Since then, I really got nutty, hitting the net with a purpose. I found many a poetic buddy, deep people beneath the surface. I got to be a poetry/web maniac and I was loving every minute, once we're that, we can't go back, like I'd really want to end it. Having such fun with everyone, soaring deep inside of my soul, I have hardly yet to be done, for great poetry is my goal. So, this fanatic's back at it, hitting those poems left and right. That's ok, it's not a bad habit, just an all consuming delight. ***** Poetic Fanatic ***** Most of the story is true except some events were changed for the effect of the poem, can you guess which? lol PFWhat might offend? Humor amnd gas are human nature! lol PF Written January 9th, 2002 © on Jan 08 2002 05:04 PM PST, Thomas Crumpler 0 • 14
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