eggspainayshuns of buddy don: bin sick fer a while

used to be i wood rite ye notes bout sufferin migrain mizry. lately i bin trine not to be spend so much time on such stuff.but ever since the 8th of july, i bin sick as kin be with three daze of relief (windsdy, thursdy n fridy of last week) on a counta takin steroids. as soon as they run out (saturdy), i wuz sick agin. finely i ast the neuro ifn he couldnt do sumthin, so he perscribed sum more

waka of budouadana: Clearing

ClearingAfter clearing spaceThe hall is broad and empty,All dust swept away,The spotless room comforting,Like a soul purged of worry.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka of budouadana: Life

LifeAll is everythingAnd in the end you must die:So what will you do?That is the only question,Your life the final answer.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka of budouadana: Ignorance

IgnoranceWhen I was eighteenI knew almost everything,My father nothing;Older now, I am learningThe wisdom of ignorance.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka of budouadana: Games

GamesDark clouds dump hard rainOn thirsty earth, flooding plainsAnd canceling gamesAs the sticky mud preventsChildren from playing baseball.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

pitchers tuck by buddy don: critters on flowers

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waka of budouadana: Unblemished

UnblemishedRoots buried in muck,Its slender neck standing tallAbove the pond’s sludge,A golden pod, unblemished,Spills pollen on pink petals.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)