new old kid on the blog,
with an occasional
old or new poem written off
the old writer's block
I believe this is where the defense attorney was always supposed to lean close to the defendant, nudge gently and whisper, "Take the Fifth".
Hmmm....in my neck of the Northwest woods, the fifth would always be an Old Crow wearing a brown bag, hopping in a circle lip to lip.
This is just perfect Mr. V. Odd, musical, enigmatic. Love it.
Tweet, tweet...the memories you gave me--sweet, sweet--thank you for loving it.