lol a friend wrote a cleaver thing

Where is your blog?
Lost in a fog?
Across a cold bog?
With a ferocious guard dog?
And a big bull frog?
That sits on a log?
Drinking his nog?
While I sit here in this dark corner contemplating my toes and hoping one day to find that life is more than a string of random messages from obscure people with deep complexes and rare skin diseases but is rather something like that single moment before dawn when the sun's first beams just lightly touch the brightening sky with colors that warm the soul and lift the spirit. Much like you.

I await your missive.

Rich H