Invariably, winter and flu get together; there is so much activity in the way of getting prepared for the flu attack! It seems there is never a dull moment during this time, when concerns spread around like the virus itself.

Another routine poem from boisson. Huzzah! This is my tenth poem!

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So is it a fact? Is it fiction? Does it even matter?

Treasures are found not everywhere, but in our hearts, in our homes, and in our heads!

Five facts about the Tomato.

A discourse on what is a truth and what is a fact and their place in writing. Very philosophical stuff (not really).

A poem about humanity and closing our eyes to its problems when it is necessary to open them.

Written from memory in 2007.

The empty vessel of egotism must sound hollow. There are those that think that they are on top of the heap, when, in fact, they should be half way down or at the bottom.