I've started my day out today with a bowl of Anniversary Kake in a straight clay pipe. Very smooth smoke and a really good little pipe. I'd have to say it's one of my favorite pipes.
It's that time again. Yes, yes, I know. You don't deserve this kind of treatment. Well, tough luck. You're gonna get it anyhow. Here is the next installment from the mind of the Moose. Since they are so short, I'm posting two today:
4
To live, to love,
What does it all mean?
Is it a curse,
Or a blessing?
Luck, or fate?
No one truly knows.
5
Love,
Some want to analyze it,
Try to pick it apart.
Love is not to be speculated,
Nor to be put under a microscope.
It’s to be felt,
To be dreamed;
By young lovers under a star filled sky.
By the elderly couple,
Married now for 70 years.
It is an emotion, nay,
‘Tis more than just that,
It is everything, all consuming.
It’s you.
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