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So before we get to Poetry Day festivities, there was a fantastic headline in The Onion today...


"Cheney Wows Sept. 11 Commission By Drinking Glass Of Water While Bush Speaks"

My Companions

Just when I'm sure
Which way is right
Where I'm going and who Im seeing
What I'm doing............
My companions tag along
To ensure all that's right
Will end horribly wrong
What lovely friends I have.
Depression, dear! Come on down!!!
Here by my side
You've been with me
All my years
Of slipping down life's slide.
Frustration, my faithful friend!
You just can't let me be
Hanging around until the end
Why don't you just leave me?
Confusion, my confidant!
I can always count on you
To forever get me all messed up
When Im sure of what to do
Anxiety, my amigo!
When I'm sure I'm happy
You love to make me worry
How thoughtful of you.
Rebellion, you rogue!
You love to change
What's in vogue
But with you there's some hope.
With my friends
Never alone
Until the dying end
I really shouldn't moan! (But I will anyway!!!)