Computer room is steaming.
Her intellect was teeming there.
Alas: he is day-dreaming.
(Never tell. He shalln't share.)
Adieu, she murmurs--
New-wrought mummer's psalm.
A cello, and a chair. A lady fair.
Her whisper: bellow. Balm.
Clever peel: a pare.
-Thomas, making of it what he will. July 13th, 2008. all sites reserved.
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Comments: 11
Humor to spare
Mum's the word
Bares the lair
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driving by to give ya 10
(It is my string thing of choice!)
Thank you for that picture to carry with me all day.
Blessings,
Wilka
what can one say when they are being fried
I missed this with my eyes
and other areas as well
Still haven't found what I am looking for. Where is the improbable mission?