A Poem by Corina

I was doing my civic duty one bright, fine day,

when I decided to visit the nursing home – where all the old folks stay.

My heart full of nothing but sweet charity,

I scanned the halls to see who might need me.

When I noticed a woman in her room all alone,

wearing a dress and a shawl that was well worn.

I smiled and thought how nice I could be.

“Would you like to chat?” I asked her softly.

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Your Inner-Pooh

photo courtesy the web

When I was young I read a story enough To know a group of friends mostly made out of fluff.  When I look with older eyes I actually begin to see 100 Acre Wood characters inside of me.  Sometimes I am in control and can save the day.  That’s my Christopher Robin coming into play.  Some people think that I’m wise but I’m really rather silly. As I channel my inner-Owl,  I admit I act willy-nilly.  Other times I’m annoying.  Sorry Rabbit, but that’s you.  Sometimes I’m playful and that’s my inner-Roo.  My Kanga peeks out whenever I nurture

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Ode to my iPhone

I love my iPhone

It’s so pretty.

My iPhone knows

It’s smarter than me.

That’s okay though

I do not mind.

It keeps me from

Falling way behind.

Ask me for the time

I will whip it out to share

With the slick casing

Remember to do it with care.

A group message comes

First, see who it’s by

And send a private note

Instead of hitting reply.

The auto-correct

Took some getting used to.

It changes my quirks

Into something new.

I typed (because I’m droll):

Okes dokes lil smokes!

Per auto-correct:

Ike’s domes I’ll smokes!

And if I forget

To click it off like a dummy

It takes my picture

So, I post it for all to see.