3/10/11
Good humor is perhaps the one salvation on this earth.
For all the salves and panaceas placed on wounds are worth,
The single cure, steadfast and sure, to nurse our ills remains,
Our curious ability to laugh at our own pain.
Written by: Larry Sansone. In order to hone my writing skills (and for my own silly amusement) I am launching the O.C.P. Project: one poem per day for one year. I started the project on Jan.1, 2011 and completed the last poem on Jan. 1, 2012. Poems will be posted daily, whenever possible.
