Old parchment washed clean
With quill, ink and sandcaster
re-used with new words
Old parchment washed clean
With quill, ink and sandcaster
re-used with new words
Italy passed by
or was it just a cloudmass
shaped like heeled boot.
I have imagined
of winning the lottery
First buy a ticket
I am reduced to
just seventeen sylables
long live words to write
Toulon and Toulouse
cities like sailor’s trousers
with Bell bottoms too
Worked hard laying sod
Placed the greenside uppermost
Roots have a chance
Did not write today
I was at a loss for words
not a thing to say
Blue skies are nice
but tend to be quite boring
Clouds give great contrast
Raining cats and dogs
Lightning flashes in my sleep
Thunder overhead
Dragons in the sky
Just Cumulus Nimbus clouds
Ever-changing shape
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