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JOINING WILLIAM BLAKE IN ONE OF HIS FAMOUR POEMS. INFANT JOY I HAVE NO NAME" I AM BUT TWO DAYS OLD WHAT SHALL I CALL TEE? I HAPPY AM JOY IS MY NAME" SWEET JOY BEFALL THEE! PRETTY JOY! SWEET JOY BUT TWO DAYS OLD, SWEET JOY I CALL TEE: THOU DOST SMILE I SING THE WHILE SWEET JOY BEFALL THREE WILLIAM BLAKE...CIRCA 1785 ------------------------------------------------------------------- INFANT JOY DISSPELLED ....... MY COMPARITIVE DAN M. VERSION CIRCA 2010 I SOON LEARN TO SPELL THEE NAME I YOUNG JOY NOW AGED SIX BUT UNHAPPY DO I GROW ! THOSE BOYS THEY THREW STICKS" EVIL SWEAR WORDS SPOKEN ALOUD HAIR PULLED WITHIN MY SCHOOL BUS CROWD SO MUCH DIFFERENT THEN INFANT JOYS NAME NO LONGER LIFTED AND HUGGED BY MOM FOR HER SPOKEN ORDERS HAVE REPLACED LEISURE TIME NO LONGER EXISTS HOW THEE HATES THIS HURRIED AGE 12 PACE STUDY YOUR HOMEWORK CLEAN YOUR ROOM TAKE YOUR BATHS AND CAREFULLY GROOM CHEW YOUR FOOD AND FLOSS YOUR TEETH! YOUR ALL YOUNG LADIES NOW COMMANDS HER PARISH PRIEST" TEACHERS, PARENTS ALWAYS GIVING COMMANDS SUCH ARE LIFE'S AT AGE SIXTEENS DEMANDS" REMAIN PURE AND VIRGINAL SUCH A SWEET INNOCENT NOW 17 STRAY NOT TO HUSSIES NOR TOO THOSE BOYS SO WILD! AT AGE 21, ADORNED IN A WHITE LACE DRESS DID INFANT JOY BECOME A FULL FLEDGED BRIDE HOW TOTALLY, HAD INFANT JOY DIGRESSED HIS FRESH ADVANCES NO LONGER DENIED ONCE HER FULL LIFE CYCLE HAD BEGUN THERE STOOD NO CHANCE OF PURE JOY THE ONLY WAY TO ESCAPE JOY'S FATE WAS IF SHE HAD BEEN BORN A BOY! by Dan M. 03561 June 2010 I am totally and completely self taught in my writings and once could and would spend hours or days trying to complete a single opening paragraph or a mere few lines of crude verse! Asking myself how I could possibly develope any degree of skill level on my own, I one day ran across Edgar Allen Poes Poem the Raven. Like above, I copied and pasted his opening lines and then challenged myself to compete with him on his own turf. Soon I found myself doing this with books of all types by famous authors. Somehow doing this put me into a mindset which I can only describe is unlocking creative skills I never dreamed existed within my mind. After a very short while, I began to write with confidence and words flowed and came easy. From beginnings come improvements and advancement. I call it a lucky shortcut that has produced results things beyond my wildest expectatons or dreams. FOR CREATIVENESS HAS NO BOUNDRIES. ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING IS THERE. MINDS HAVE NO LIMITS THUS THE GREATEST SONGS AND GREATEST LITERARY WORKS HAVE NOT EVEN BEGUN TO BE CREATED! FOR THOSE OF YOU THAT ENVISION FROM TIME TO TIME, .WRITING PROSE, FICTION OR FACT. KNOW ITS SIMPLY STORYTELLING PUTTING YOUR THOUGHTS INTO WRITTEN TEXT. LOVE OF HOBBIES AS WELL AS ADVANCING SKILLS CAN LEAD TO A WONDERFUL LEISURELY HOBBY. ITS A WONDERFUL FEELING VIEWING YOUR THOUGHTS FOREVER!! that's all folks. 
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some of my posts don't show up ? maybe like a few other companion sites they need a few comments first??
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hopefully each day I can post a few blogs from my hundreds posted on the Friendfinder network of sites. copy and paste of ones files sure saves lots of time...
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I will edit this to see if it hits the postings the second time around. Hopefully there is no daily limit set by ownership.? does any blogger in here know?
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I should be posting about 18 blogs a week of my writings. Please look for them covering many different areas of subject matter. I have a SENIOR CITIZEN COLLECTION I BELIEVE IS WELL NEEDED AND LONG OVERDUE TO SOME OF US THAT ARE NOT IN GREAT HEALTH, HAVE EXTENSIVE LOSSES OF FAMILY, FRIENDS AND THE BLESSINGS OF THEIR YOUNGER DAYS. ' THESE TO BRING HOPE, COURAGE, UNDERSTANDING AND TO HELP QUELL THE PANGS OF LONELINESS. PERHAPS IN A FEW WEEKS WHEN MY FEET ARE WET IN HERE AND MY READERSHIP HAS SOME NUMBERS BEHIND THEM. I DONT WANT TO POST THEM TO SMALL NUMBERS. SO MAYBE IN A FEW WEEKS. THANK YOU FOR YOUR ENCOURAGEMENT.
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12/2/2018 3:12 pm |
me too!
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12/23/2018 2:45 pm |
naw this is not my style of blog.
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12/23/2018 3:03 pm |
Joy to the world. three dog night. 
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