28 July 2012
Four hundred posts I've met today, It seems the time has flown away.
A busy pen and parchment spoiled, Inside my head where words have roiled.
Four hundred posts, I can't think back, To my first one, I gave it a crack.
Or my fourth, twenty seventh or third, All I rely on is the written word.
So many writes, all from my head; A revolutionary, chaotic, word-ridden hotbed.
And so I'd thank you all so much, I wouldn't have stuck, without your touch.
Kindest words, encouragement, Strength was given, strength was lent.
Four hundred posts and still I write, And I can see no end in sight.
400th Opuss. • Opuss № I