Pain It makes me feel small when I study the universe. I keep seeing more stars, and my double vision makes it worse. I really need contact with an extraterrestrial psychiatrist. An intellectual alien who could explain all the life forms that exist. Maybe I need to start a hobby, something not many... Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, November 17, 2023
Monday, November 6, 2023
A poem to a lady. Of course, it is easy to go back in time if one can slip through sideways I often do this when it is a wet day; a form of lubrication eases one through. Usually, I go back too far and get into trouble in the good old days. So today I thought just for a change, that I would visit... Sign in to see full entry.
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Monday, October 30, 2023
The Clover Child He is a dreamer, a soldier Home on a weekend pass. War will blow his chaff away. She comes from the city. I am the whispers in the grass. Far from the cry of life I shall catch my memory, But I slip like sunshine through shadows To melt with the leaf Deep in the clover lea. He is... Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, October 27, 2023
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Tuesday, October 24, 2023
Let me see, if I were a young eighty one I guess I could still have some fun like blowing seeds off a dandelion. Or pressing a crease in my pants with a cold iron. Things I have missed like climbing on the roof Scraping off moss, biting into an apple for proof. Well that was the way to see if it was... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, October 10, 2023
Now I am becoming frail I can hardly start to tell this tale. Well, I have forgotten, was it true I have forgotten, not a clue No, that's rubbish; begin again Spare yourself a little pain. Well, I would like to sleep awhile And then wake up and feel agile. No, finish this and simply say I wiped it... Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, October 7, 2023
A romantic feat, The door had come off of the shed and squashed the poor pussy cat dead. She sighed to herself a goodbye Stan, You have gone and I need a new man I’I1 have to explain it to gran. Just someone to carry the can. She walked clip-a-clop through the park, her heart was as high as a 1ark.... Sign in to see full entry.