tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382432123281767696.post2222937044517210635..comments2023-05-27T03:45:39.498-07:00Comments on Pollyanna Grounding: A Peek Into the Kinda Wayback MachineAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15183104296874022709noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382432123281767696.post-30137920614076204412011-05-20T17:53:11.002-07:002011-05-20T17:53:11.002-07:00Yo, Reinhard! Meant to tell you... When I was prep...Yo, Reinhard! Meant to tell you... When I was preparing the poem for the blogpost just after this one, as my fingers coordinated with my eyes and my brain, the sense memory of working out certain phrasings came back to me... and I remembered it had tune! Yes, perhaps I was indeed under the influence of (most likely) a shot or two of tequila that night (tho' have *never* eaten the worm ::shudders::)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15183104296874022709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382432123281767696.post-81863696739355616822011-05-17T12:47:50.598-07:002011-05-17T12:47:50.598-07:00;^);^)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15183104296874022709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4382432123281767696.post-56198426930150804352011-05-17T07:53:32.021-07:002011-05-17T07:53:32.021-07:00Always great to find the old writings.
Hilarious ...Always great to find the old writings.<br /><br />Hilarious when you have absolutely NO recollection of writing it and are stunned that it's indeed yours. What was I drinking that night?ReinhardRiteshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07394123844751095822noreply@blogger.com