I am willing.....

Yikes!

Got the info...no need to leave your address on the internet a moment longer!

Regards,

John
 
Welcome back, Per.  FOG was in a malaise, too, without its Poet Laureate!  If there was a cause connected to Las Vegas, it must have been my presence.  Every time I need to position my long Guide Rail, I think of you and the simple technique you taught everyone, including the Festool trainers, when at Las Vegas!

Dave R.
 
I add to the chorus of welcoming back Per.  I have missed his input more than I can say, and we are all richer with his generous contributions.  Add me to the "life is too short club."
 
This sounds like one of those moments on the series "Lost".

Time warps and moving islands.

The islanders meeting in odd places under odder circumstances.

Per, it would seem odder if your absence continued.

here, I'll launch some wish balloons........

Wishing you back......

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cheers,

Roger

 
I guess I have to flip my monitor to portrait mode now so I can read those page long double spaced posts.  :)

Welcome back.
 
Roger, thanks,

Off times I look just like that.
Then sometimes the hot air just runs out.

John..., never mind the yikes.
I have a open door policy.

Well, ya see, I only close it once your in.
Tribal, I know, but it suits me.

Now about this poetic nonsense.
I have one that I wrote in between hormone surges when I was seventeen.
Wait.... lil expanding first.

Old Geezer and my Mom, and you have to give them credit.
Spent a exorbitant amount of moolah for one of those proper educations.
Bad investment..
You may not think so, but I have theory.
Remember, this was before education was socially acceptable.
But, when you come out of the box reading and really asking straight forward questions, and the neighbors ask,
Is that a toddler, or a midget with a cigar? You can understand their dilemma.

Now about that poem.....
think, it was written in what I would describe as freshman agyanst.
(no that is not misspelled, it comes from Chaucer.)

For your edification.....

THE COUNTERFEIT MIND

A counterfeit mind will cause your devil to be unkind
Towards the nine to five father
That has no time for himself
Sure he trys so hard
to be what he is not
Occasionally remembers the children
he swears he never forgot.
But he is caught in the web
Of the subway commuting dead
One hand clasped a brief case
the other a wrist watch
It breaks his heart.
And as office machines raise all hell
The commotion is pierced
by the noon time bell
only now he has forty five minutes
all to himself
A simple coke and
sabrette adds to his health.
But you know
As five o'clock rolls around
Secretary's leave with out a sound
there are no goodbyes
there are no hellos
it seems they are plastic too
and every one knows.
He picks up the phone
dials the wife
really sorry dear workin late tonight
but
as trees sway with the wind
the veteran from another age
cuddles his bottle of gin
He gives the top
an awkward twist
making it easier to go
where it belongs
drowning out memory's
and ending this song.

Per

Stop, it's thirty something years old
but there you have it.

Per
 
That is the Per I remember!    ;D

But not much double spacing, I guess you are getting to old to hit that darn enter button so much.
 
Nick,
I double so as so you can read between the lines.

You know, gives the reader time to think.
Suits me.

Per

 
Hey, I don't sign on to the forum for 5 days, then I sign on to Find that Per is participating again.  Great news. Welcome back Per.

Maybe I will go away for a while again to see if it encourages some of the other folks who left a while ago to come back here.  That would be great.
 
Frank Pellow said:
Hey, I don't sign on to the forum for 5 days, then I sign on to Find that Per is participating again.  Great news. Welcome back Per.

Maybe I will go away for a while again to see if it encourages some of the other folks who left a while ago to come back here.  That would be great.

No reason to go away Frank, but I'll start sticking my toe in the water as well,

Jay
 
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