O ephem'ral Summer,
green and fleet,
do not look back-
Unless thou canst endure
Fall's misplaced cleat,
bone-crushing sack.
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On the border between Order and Chaos: having fun, pursuing sanctity, loving vintage kitchen stuff.
Oh, Mrs. B. that was beautiful!! You should have a photo/poetry contest, though I don't think that can be beat!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you liked it, Mrs. J. Maybe I'll post "Dam Your Goodlooking" next.
ReplyDeleteI'm working on a mime of Atteh Moovies if anyone's interested.
ReplyDeleteI was hoping you'd complete that suite of nude interpretive dances you were developing to go with Greg Keelor's latest album.
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