1122 Spin Talk Old equator cats race, while napping on this Earth, spinning faster in space, than young can scat in Perth. They’re slower at the poles (where spin’s less than a crawl), those stationary Souls that hardly move at all. Not the cold slows us down. Location governs speed. Does it set smile or frown? Does it fore-shape our deed? Gather facts. Log them in. No matter how it seems. We need to know to win. Does spin affect our dreams? (Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday, August 22, 2007; 8:38 A.M.) 1123 Weight-Talk (1) Dieters find will is an art. When in a bind, listen to heart. There in quiet war plans are made. Never diet. Always crusade. There’s much to do, pounds to impale, thoughts to review, habits to scale. To gain control, to conquer foods, our snack-patrol must scout for moods. Subtle they are, disguised as taste. From box and jar they ambush waist. Prohibit greed (at least forbid). In each food-deed, its seed lies hid. We fight for thin. Fat fights for fun. Let it begin, and well begun. (Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Friday, August 24, 2007; 7:06 A.M.) Like these poems? Want to read more? Click here to experience my free poem E-Book, Something For Everyone ( with over one thousand poems). poems-by-papyrous
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