Ode to Buffet ‘o Blog

As each day draweth near
All I ever hear
Is the criticism of my silence
Because I won’t write
Some folks get up tight
And threaten my life with violence
So I crawl out of bed
And I scratch on my head
Searching for some inspiration
But when I get there
I must turn down the air
To end all of my perspiration
For I sit in [...]

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