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The other day, I was a little early for a meeting. Truth be told, I was about ten minutes early. I gave myself extra time because I had no idea where the conference room was. However, the room was much easier to get to than I feared. I also blame my mother who taught me that to be early was to be on time, and to be on time was to be late. Because of this, I had some extra time on my hands. When I was younger, I would doodle to kill the time as I waited. Nothing special, just whatever the pen drew, it drew. For some reason, and I have no idea why, I have lately been turning to writing bad poetry.
If you pronounce the acronyms the way they are supposed to be, the haiku at the start of the blog actually works. This was not the only one I wrote that day, but it was the first. Of course I had to share this and I specifically emailed it to a friend who love all things Japanese (except maybe Godzilla).
Sometimes I wonder if this blogging that I do, this writing more often for pleasure, is affecting me in other ways. Yes, my writing has gotten a lot better, but now I write to kill time.
And now I write poetry. Bad poetry. Bad Japanese based poetry.
And now for something completely the same.
Arthur C. Clarke wrote
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