*Verse 1* He had words and pictures that he meant to share Staked a corner of the web and he put a blog up there Thoughts and photos for passersby to see Some stopped, some not — that was fine by him, you see *Verse 2* Words by the millions spilled on open pages Monday toons and quotes — grins to start the week Opinions and fiction, photographs and travel logs No single focus, just whatever passed him by *Chorus 1* Many pictures and many words to share They'll get there when they get there No hurry, no deadline, no one keeping score He's not making it a chore *Verse 3* Fifty thousand photographs — not one of them was staged Sunsets and sunrises, birds and critters on the page Nikon working hard and SmugMug filling up The world's absurd and beautiful — he never got enough *Verse 4* Loaded up the Nikon and went looking for the view Landscapes, shores, and mountain trails from all the fifty states Every forest, every ridge, every coastline worth a frame Shot them all and wrote them down — no two of them the same *Verse 5* Not good enough to publish, not good enough to sell So he built his own damn shelf and filled it up instead Fiction, politics, philosophy, and satire with some teeth Published every syllable — kept nothing underneath *Chorus 2* Some are reading, some browse a spell, bots are scrubbing day and night Doesn't matter, never did — the blog's still there in black and white *Verse 6* Wrote about the gods and all the faithful on their knees Politicians selling smoke and calling it a breeze Opinions by the bushel — not a single one for sale A disperser doesn't market, doesn't trend, and doesn't trail *Verse 7* Roy is bumping furniture and Priss is on patrol Melisa's sewing quilts, the coffee's long gone cold Another day is winding down but that's alright Tomorrow's got more pictures and more words to write *Chorus 3* Still clicking, still clacking, still putting it all down More to say, more to shoot — tomorrow's another round *Outro* The pile keeps on growing, every word and every frame Only some stop to read it but he posts it all the same Four point five million words and no sign of slowing down Sixteen years of noise — not done, not even close to gone
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