There once was a time in my life
when I would try to sow my wild oats.
But...
as I recall I never did have much luck.
Although...
as I grew older,
I became much bolder.
Whence...
I began to feel my oats.
Life was lively and energetic.
It was such a joy just to be alive.
Now...
as I continue to grow older,
I seem to be losing my oats.
Life is more lethargic and apathetic.
However...
it is still such a joy to still be alive.
John, as for lunch, are you buying...and I know the feeling you are putting forth in this poem...I felt younger just yesterday after getting a FULL nights sleep, first in a long time...-e-
An oatmeal a day, keeps constipation away. I'm not sure what it does for oat sowing. First, I think I'll have to find a nice little furrow to plant it in. And then see what comes up.
Thank you guys for your feedback. Right now I am trying to recharge myself by feeding on a bowl of oatmeal. If it works I'll have my people get back to your people... we'll do lunch.
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