Dearest brothers, sisters
Crab-eating macaques
(SE Asian monkeys),
Matriarchal society,
Tool-makers,
Sacred mammals!
From the moment it was announced that Jeff Saturday would serve as the interim coach of the Colts, everyone – and I mean EVERYONE – in the media has been on his case. “It’s a travesty.” “It makes a mockery of the coaching profession.” “It disrespects all the guys that have worked for decades to rise above and be considered for a head coaching job.” Popycock. What a bunch of whiners and complainers and sore losers. I have two simple questions for you:
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Doom’d humpback,
Mighty Moon
Lone traveller
British Columbia to Maui,
Pure grit!
Stuff brimming,
Wretch’d hurrying vessel
Smash’d her spine,
Five thousand
Agonising kilometres,
Three months
All strength!
Ripping up Mother
Gold extracting,
Canadian Belo Sun Mining,
Largest open-pit goldfield
Heart of rainforest,
‘O Amazon!
It seemed to start with Steve Jobs. Jobs wore black turtlenecks when he was presenting new ideas to the Apple bureaucracy, as well as the general public. Many a medical expert has claimed that Mr. Jobs could have lived considerably longer, and possibly even enjoyed his billions for a few more years had he taken the right measures to address his cancer. But we’ve all failed in some respect, it is just that being a billionaire makes everyone examine your life with microscopes and make judgements. The world is full of Monday morning quarterbacks, yours truly included at least to some degree.
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Mysterious friends
Flightless seabirds
Leaping swimmers
Sardine squid krill fishers
Cold experts
Twenty sun orbits,
Full lives.