Open Thread: ‘Scaped

Here’s a pretty fitting poem by Stephen Crane that perfectly expresses my sentiments when I sit to write the Open Thread every week:

Once, I knew a fine song,
– It is true, believe me –
It was all of birds,
And I held them in a basket;
When I opened the wicket,
Heavens! They all flew away.
I cried, ‘Come back, little thoughts!’
But they only laughed.
They flew on
Until they were as sand
Thrown between me and the sky.

Okay, let the bitching, tipping, whining, complimenting, guffawing, cheering, complaining, rooting, boosting and scorning commence.


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