Facebook Post: 2013-10-21T21:05:20

And so it begins.

Today after work there comes a knock at the door, as if it somebody gently tapping, tapping at my apartment door. I looked up from book and yelled, “Hey, quit with the racket!”. But still there came this tapping, this gentle rapping, at my apartment door…

So I rush to the door intent to give them what for… Because of that damn rapping, that tapping, at my apartment door. So I open the door, my countenance fearsome to behold, and what do I see, but 4 little girls ’bout 12 years old. With much giggling, smiling and then asking with a tee-hee, “Mr Scary Sir, can we please talk? Talk to little Daniel Lee?”

Ugh… With apologies to Mr. Poe, I find it helps in dealing with the oncoming preteen romance dance…

By Dan Granot

I chose the Shorter Whitman because of his work, "Song of Myself" and because of my self-deprecating sense of humor. I am under no illusion that I can write successful essays or poetry, but I have been known to write them anyway.

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