{"id":2135,"date":"2021-04-18T15:16:22","date_gmt":"2021-04-18T05:16:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/cost.rocks\/?p=2135"},"modified":"2021-04-18T15:43:46","modified_gmt":"2021-04-18T05:43:46","slug":"a-cute-little-story","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/cost.rocks\/?p=2135","title":{"rendered":"A cute little story."},"content":{"rendered":"<p>For whats its worth,<br \/>\nLooking around.<br \/>\nPassing time,<br \/>\navoiding my girth.<\/p>\n<p>Thought I&#8217;d write a story not a rhyme.<\/p>\n<p>This one will go as follows,<br \/>\nof all the twenty six dice did swallows.<br \/>\nThey ate their position,<br \/>\nwith blood on their hands.<br \/>\nPositioned quite cleverly,<br \/>\nlike only gods can.<\/p>\n<p>But is the this day,<br \/>\nthat this little boy.<br \/>\nTurn fifty five years old,<\/p>\n<p>On any other day,<br \/>\nHe&#8217;d either be sold.<br \/>\nOr a thorn in the side,<br \/>\nor a face to be scold.<\/p>\n<p>So back to basic,<br \/>\nits been said.<br \/>\nThe first programming language,<br \/>\nthat he happened to had.<\/p>\n<p>He&#8217;d cut his teeth,<br \/>\non an old apple mac.<br \/>\nThe school provided,<br \/>\nless popular than math.<\/p>\n<p>But he managed to learn,<br \/>\npixels and sprites.<br \/>\nPrinting and echo&#8217;s,<br \/>\nto thicken their plights.<\/p>\n<p>Using adventures,<br \/>\nto cancel each plot.<br \/>\nHe&#8217;d always make a point,<br \/>\nof finishing each lot.<\/p>\n<p>So then his sold,<br \/>\nthat this is the way.<br \/>\nNot heading to the library,<br \/>\nWhen its here we can play.<\/p>\n<p>Its faster than chalk,<br \/>\nbetter than abacas.<br \/>\nIts lights up the room,<br \/>\nlike an omnipresent fortuitous.<\/p>\n<p>They danced and sung,<br \/>\nthe programs they rung.<br \/>\nBut the spelling inside,<br \/>\nwas lacking universal pride.<\/p>\n<p>Its was US encoded,<br \/>\nor British inzide.<br \/>\nThe deregulated environment,<br \/>\nwas a testament to be deriled.<\/p>\n<p>Down here we say it,<br \/>\njust like that.<br \/>\nDeraileds for brits,<br \/>\nwhining pack of thacks.<\/p>\n<p>So that&#8217;s where we come from,<br \/>\nthis language and dialect.<br \/>\nStolen from everyone,<br \/>\nocculted in the act.<\/p>\n<p>So when this boy,<br \/>\nbounced on back,<br \/>\nGot his set up,<br \/>\nto help straighten his rack.<\/p>\n<p>Saw his foibles,<br \/>\nlistened for weeps.<br \/>\nHad his first incarnation,<br \/>\nthat lasted for weeks.<\/p>\n<p>Now I&#8217;ve noticed,<br \/>\nwith the epi D N A.<br \/>\nThe uni trav neg nat tion.<br \/>\nTon ten tubs of tea tor tray.<\/p>\n<p>&#8212;<\/p>\n<p>Nothing to big,<br \/>\nnothing to bold,<br \/>\nJust helping each other,<br \/>\nTo avoid showing old.<\/p>\n<p>Not hiding it with Botox,<br \/>\nor painting it out.<br \/>\nA real fix provided,<br \/>\nrather than inside out.<\/p>\n<p>clearing those toxin,<br \/>\nshowing their pain.<br \/>\nProving the tears,<br \/>\nWhere theirs blockages refrained.<\/p>\n<p>Its always happens,<br \/>\novernight.<br \/>\nWhen the guards are down,<br \/>\nringing it might.<\/p>\n<p>Its shivers and shaken.<br \/>\nCharmed and royal.<br \/>\nWords wont describe,<br \/>\nthese feelings of hell.<\/p>\n<p>But that&#8217;s when we change,<br \/>\nwhen where starken.<br \/>\nWhen its becomes,<br \/>\nunfamiliar and darken.<\/p>\n<p>Through the silence,<br \/>\nthrough the grace.<br \/>\nThrough the rays,<br \/>\nOf replacing your haste.<\/p>\n<p>&#8212;<\/p>\n<p>Learning to breath,<br \/>\nwhilst doing everything.<br \/>\nrelearning to breath,<br \/>\nNo matter what&#8217;s seen.<\/p>\n<p>Writing and reading,<br \/>\nworking things out.<br \/>\ndefining the difference,<br \/>\nrun away from Clive&#8217;s clout.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>For whats its worth, Looking around. Passing time, avoiding my girth. Thought I&#8217;d write a story not a rhyme. This one will go as follows, of all the twenty six dice did swallows. They ate their position, with blood on their hands. Positioned quite cleverly, like only gods can. 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