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Another month has come and gone, and I find myself stumped for inspiration. I haven't had time to get the old juices flowing.  Which is odd, as I try and make an effort to sit down at least once a day and come up with a couple ideas.  I have a nice little black book that I jot my ideas down in.  Notice that I didn't say good ideas?  A few of the least worthy ideas revolved around my usual standards.  I had partly composed an ode titled "Beets in my Sheets." Another was about a fart that wasn't supposed to make any noise, but did.  Now, the latter idea does have some potential, but I'll have to find a way of writing it so that George and Bill don't recognize themselves in the story.  Looking through my little black book I've come to conclusion that having a trunk load of ideas isn't anything special.  It's being able to do something with those precious little nuggets that separates the myrmidon from boys.
     Hmm, perhaps I'll include "Beets in my Sheets" instead of this meandering drivel.

Beets in my Sheets
a poem by Jevon

Chicken, Rice, and Beets
Tasty, Yummy, a Treat.
Tired, Sleepy, and Dreaming
Next Morning Sitting, Grunting, then Screaming
Red in the Bowl, Forgot about the Beets.

William Carlos Williams I Ain't.

Perhaps I should have stuck with the fart story.

Jevster,
September 1999

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