Once upon a time. . . .
On Cloud Nine,
I wanted to write one
But the ink blotted
Out the sun and you,
You scudded so artfully
Behind the nimbuses
Of my mind and I just
Sat there and dawdled,
Dawdled my life away, one
Time-worn teardrop at a time.
On Cloud Nine,
I wanted to write one
But the ink blotted
Out the sun and you,
You scudded so artfully
Behind the nimbuses
Of my mind and I just
Sat there and dawdled,
Dawdled my life away, one
Time-worn teardrop at a time.
You scudded so artfully
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Of my mind
Scudded is a lovely word. You've a curious tension there with the adverb.
Beautiful stuff
Thanks so much again, Duncan, for being such a caring, careful reader.
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