Time
There is nothing like
Trading sharps for flats
To weight and measure
And slice up the wait.
Trading sharps for flats
To weight and measure
And slice up the wait.
posted by Brindle | 9:10 PM
THE CAT FLAP
Well, the Devil's Advocate has come, seen and sown the seeds of blogdom in the mind of the Brindle one. She, in turn, purred and stirred then hemmed and hawed but not for long. Brindle wisdom will thus spring forth forthwith.
- Free verse poem
- A restful Moon (pub poem)
- Untitled
- What does a human soul weigh?
- Quote of the day
- Theology
- We shall see
- PIZZA
- Cut copy
- A Hungarian nursery rhyme
3 Comments:
Really curious little poem. I liked it. Your own?
Still warm.
No, brindle said that.
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