Never been much for swimming
My style likened to that of a log
Don’t know what I was thinking
When I dove into my own murky blog.
The waters finally cleared some
I floated and began to look around
Saw a blog isn’t so boggy and scare-some
Well, let me tell you just what I found.
I was first picked up by some buckaroos
Who taught me more refined strokes
Finer teachers I couldn’t choose
They introduced me to other fine folks.
Like Florida waterways connected
By rivers, creeks and canals
I found that many blogs intersected
And met even more swimming pals.
I stopped being a bump on a log and
Bumped into friendly folks so kind
Who helped me figure out this blog-land,
Gave gifts of their space and their time.
And now I’m swimming at Write Stuff
In Marcia’s resplendent lagoon
so come on by for a…
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