tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349343331054464577.post4899796151675408309..comments2023-10-22T09:33:48.663-06:00Comments on 2500 Miles Barbwire: Cloud of the MonthUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3349343331054464577.post-19320593810616802382009-02-23T15:41:00.000-07:002009-02-23T15:41:00.000-07:00I hate to break it to you, but back in my teens, I...I hate to break it to you, but back in my teens, I started my poetry career with a fish poem. It went like this:<BR/><BR/>"Gup"<BR/>Gup my fish ain't feelin' well.<BR/>Maybe it's his color, maybe his smell<BR/>That tells me Gup ain't at his best.<BR/>I think Gup should get some rest,<BR/>But every time I look at Gup<BR/>He be restin', belly up.<BR/><BR/>---<BR/>By itself, it isn't much of a poemrobrohrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11771705669272800516noreply@blogger.com