new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
It's that terminal dash, like the tightrope walker's balancing pole (or perish the comparison, the wobbly old man's cane), that holds this precarious somnambulistic nocturnal amble up...
Yep, Tom, that dash does it time and time again, likeand then......
It's that terminal dash, like the tightrope walker's balancing pole (or perish the comparison, the wobbly old man's cane), that holds this precarious somnambulistic nocturnal amble up...
ReplyDeleteYep, Tom, that dash does it time and time again, like
ReplyDeleteand then......