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Poem
morn
Wheelbarrow-based environed by dense A.M dew, 1st extract yet more straw next evidence of before & then daydream of sweet tea - most things still askew ...
worth a try…
Desperately lost for words I decided to eat the dictionary - on the off-chance it charged dim verbosity & rid me of this trivial inhibitory. So I finely diced the Oxford Concise & then gobbled it raw for dull nutrition's sake - & yes, it was wank-rank & not at all right but with closed eyes it could almost taste of lovely cake. However, the experiment failed ...
certain questions…
Oh why are steps called stairs indoors & who created God then ? As even SheHe hasn't got a clue. Plus it would possibly IMPLODE when blasphemously asked - I'd leave these things alone if I were you ...
a ripe bunch of ponderings
Confusion is a hermit crab apple but nonsense moths they flutter in peace, effervescence is a close 2nd cousin as flighty as a skein of greasy geese. Harebrained are the bats in the belfry yet vital as the keystone of an arch, confusion is a hermit crab apple as ding dong as a doorbell chime in March ...
next stop, testing times…
After the incident with the owl & bath towel I severely doubt that anything can sparkle as before. & beyond the episode with the tulip & tube of toothpaste 1 ponders if eternity is quite so evermore ?
shatlantis
Atlantis can frig itself rigid, as I don't give a fig if it exists. Let's blame Plato & not for the 1st time - it should remain in the fishy realm of myth ...
overlaps & contributing factors
Concurrences & coincidences of course - I've experienced some, 1 has a rather rare & slightly prized blood type & it's exactly the same as my Mum. Plus I was born within 12 miles of woodland & sometimes I think I'm a tree, concurrences & coincidences - life's a mystery (!) ...
lemon thyme query
Why is there a sprig of lemon thyme in y' pocket, - dead sorry but I just had to ask ? Most folk keep their keys there & possibly a wand or wallet - but honestly I've never seen that. ~ Well, it's there to ward off evil & un-thyme minded people - as it disperses 'erbalness wherever we go. Plus it may well come in handy when later cornered down a (dark) back alley - & aye I could say more like but that's all you need to know ...
a brief plea
My occasional Godson, Jeremy reliably informed me that poetry will be extinct by the year 2040. Please give what you can ...
resarf poetry 