THROWBACK

As many of you readers have undoubtedly noticed, I have recently begun to update my blog again. This blog-resurrection coincides with an even more exciting revival - MYSPACE! I have decided it's time to head back to the 'Space, not only because profiles are so much cuter there but because we have finally come full circle in the world of social networking. Since I returned to the 'Space a few days ago I have spent hours (literally... hours) perusing old messages, paging through comments from 2006, and most of all re-reading all my friends' blogs, some of which date back to high school days! I have decided to highlight an excerpt from one of my friends' blog postings each week along with a link to each person's 'Space in order to encourage this MySpace rebirth that I so desire. Without further ado, here is today's pick from one of my bff's Ms. Cassady Rose Clark. It's a poem written in a blog posting entitled "Gas Bag" and dates back to March of 2006.

All About Farts
By Cassady Clark

A fart can be quiet,
A fart can be loud,
Some leave a powerful poisonous cloud.

A fart can be short,
A fart can be long,
Some farts are known to sound just like a song.

A fart can create a most curious melody,
A fart can be harmless or silent but deadly.

A fart might not smell,
While others are vile,
A fart may pass quickly or linger a while.

A fart can occur in a number of places,
And leave everyone with strange looks on their faces.

From the wide-open prarie,
To small elevators,
A fart will find us sooner or later.

But not all farts are bad,
This is simply not true.
But we must not forget,
When you fart it means you have to go poo.


Thanks to Cassady for that literary gem, please visit her 'Space (or mine!) ASAP and get the MySpace party rolling again!