Muammar,
If you were here I would tell you
Today it rained buckets of red
Dust brought from that distant
Desert of your late despotat—
A not unusual phenomenon when one considers
That maddening south wind blows hard
Enough to take one’s head off.
I can just see it now.
ReplyDeleteBetcha can't see the mud in my eye!
ReplyDeleteOne person's mud could be another's only temporarily occluded twinkle. Though possibly Andrew Marvell was right, those might be Vast Desarts of Eternity. Time to clean those glasses!
ReplyDeleteGlasses? Did you say glasses? Even after cleaning them, I'm still "The Squint-eyed Kid"!
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