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I filed all day today. One of my jobs is to help the accounts payable clerk keep up with her paperwork. I missed last filing last Thursday, because someone called in sick and I filled in for them instead. Filing is the lowest rung on the totem pole, or the ladder, or something like that…

The stack was about 12 inches high. I went as fast as I could and as a result, I have four deep paper cuts. Fortunately for me and the purchase orders, I didn’t bleed! (I can’t tell you how rare that is). So, as I sit here, I feel as if I should pay homage to my torn cuticles and my stinging paper cuts.

Paper cut, deep and wide

Why did that paper rub side to side

And cut my flesh, already scarred

And make me almost say a bad, bad word

Paper cut, so wide and deep

Please don’t bleed on me while I sleep

If in my lifetime we should n’er again meet

I will dance up and down my crooked street

Not the greatest ode I’ve ever done, but hey, I have a paper cut! And now, I will sleep…and hopefully regain my sanity (like that’s possible!).


I seek to live, breathe & work creatively. Late bloomer. I survived breast cancer and so much more. I will meet each challenge w/determination, badassery & sass!

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