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Simply Nothings
by Ronald W. Hull → (All Poetry by Ronald W. Hull)
Saturday, April 18, 2020 Rated "G" by the Author.

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After a two-day bout with transferring files from two computers to a new one and getting all the settings and backup drives all working, finding that my Dragon for the Mac no longer works on the new computer unless I can reinstall it, discontinued over a year ago. So, I'm just relaxing with nonsense.

Blank Page © Kelly SIkkema UnSplash.com Simply Nothings I can hear the pitter patter of the reign of my defeat. Crowds no longer gather for victory at the stink of defeet. For somewhere over the rainbow the bluebird of happiness flies. Think I'll go out on the deck for a while; sun while the skin fries. It's a dangerous world we live in with no cars upon the street. Lose much more from computer scams and fungus among us feet. Obediently line up for everything while the world comes to a crash. We should be going hysterically crazy; something much more rash. If you pick your feet in Poughkeepsie you're in for a real tasty treat. Just thinking of all the people in the world with nothing left to eat. King and queen went out to dine, and only the queen came back. He was wiped clean from the world with one magnificent hack. If you can make any sense from this poem for what it's worth, rack your brain and pound the keys for a new creation's mirth. Copyright 2020 © Ronald W Hull 4/16/20 You can read and print (in landscape mode) this format my website here.
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Reviewed by Jerri Blair

Reviewed on May 7, 2020

Your wit and wisdom always make me smile.

Reviewed by Michael Schafer

Reviewed on April 19, 2020

Those simple nothings put a smile on my face. Thank you for that.

Reviewed by John Herlihy

Things don't always have to make sense or have continuity. Just good, honest, simple, chaotic fun. Hang in there.

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce (Sandie Angel)

Reviewed on April 18, 2020

This poem is not just about the computer, it can be read in more than one way.

Sandie

Reviewed by John Domino

A great poetic rant Ron!
It's a good time to vent.
I think I will write one for my daughter;
then give it to her as a birthday present!
LOL

John Michael

Reviewed by D.T. de Bruijn

Very funny! Sounds like computer talk, like an AI.

Reviewed by Rebecca McKeehan

Like the rest of us, I think isolation is getting to you! Still, some of this did make sense...in an abstract sort of way. It was a fun read above all, though.

Rebecca