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Stop Baking Kids
I mean….Stop Baking, Kids
Dear Comma, I Wholeheartedly, Love You.
Comma Here Baby.
Many people my Dad’s age learned the principles of grammar in the 1940s and 1950s. Back then, correct spelling, punctuation, and differentiating between past tense and past participle, not to mention the correct usage of the pronouns ‘I’ and ‘me’, mattered.
There must have been something in their milk because they seemed to remember every grammatical rule ever taught.
Ode To The Comma:
I, love, commas.
Commas, make me weak, in the knees.
I, unlike so many others, can’t resist the sensation of my finger, ever so gently, tapping its iconic elegance.
For many agree, it is much more than a simple period.
A period is easily lost and overlooked, but a comma makes its mark.
A comma, unlike a period, when told to be perfectly still, can’t help but wiggle around.
Sometimes, you just want the reader to stop, breath, contemplate, ponder, analyze, and, in rare circumstances, wonder if they’re potentially being manipulated.
Occasionally, I hold my finger down too long on the keyboard, and, ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,.
