The gang over there has been forming a group on Facebook and encouraging everyone to join in.
Sigh. What's a techno-luddite to do?
I might have resisted. But I didn't.
My Facebook page is here.
Why does Miss Dickinson come to mind?
I'm nobody. Who are you?
Are nobody too?
Then there's a pair of us. Don't tell.
They'd advertise, you know.
How dreary to be somebody;
How public, like a frog,
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog.
[If I have misquoted here, chalk it up to memory. This has been with me since high school. Thanks to Mr. Amend for insisting we memorize poetry. He also insisted we call her Miss Dickinson and not just "Emily."]
--the BB
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