Bloganuary: Boring book

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My autobiography would be boring and short. The chapters would be named Chapter One, and so on. I don’t know who would want to read it. I have nothing interesting to say. My life hasn’t been exciting, just average. I have had my ups and downs like anyone else. I’m nothing special, and I never do anything interesting. I’m all talk and no action. Let’s say I dream and am too afraid to do anything about it. I don’t think I would write an autobiography anyway. If I published a book, it would probably be about my photography or poems I’ve written. I’ve actually considered collecting the best poems I’ve posted on this blog and publishing only one copy, just to myself. But there are so many, so there would be too much work. It’s only been a thought, and I don’t know if I would actually do it. It would only lay somewhere to collect dust. Besides, I don’t have a bookshelf so I wouldn’t know where to put it.

Winter rain

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Winter Rain

We have snow

It’s nice

But then the rain comes to spoil it all

Winter rain, the party pooper

Snow is better than sleet

But that’s the weather for you in Finland

Rain is good in the summer

But winter rain, no way

It all becomes grey

Snow is light

But winter rain takes the fun away

Hang on a minute

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Hang on a minute

Hang on a minute; it's the end of the year soon
What you can do today, you can do it next year
Hang on a minute and read this poem
It might not be the best, but this is what I do
Sometimes poems are like blog posts
It might not be a typical poem, though
Hang on a minute, this is what I have time for
Have a nice the end of the year 2022