
Of Shadows
Legs as strings afraid our shadows will escape, deep into the leeward grass. A sketch pro- tracted: protuberant tums, fence post melds with tails, sloppy dribble of a grazing nose and butts saying “mwah” in the long wink of afternoon.
Of Shadows
Legs as strings afraid our shadows will escape, deep into the leeward grass. A sketch pro- tracted: protuberant tums, fence post melds with tails, sloppy dribble of a grazing nose and butts saying “mwah” in the long wink of afternoon.
You made me chuckle, Worms.
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🙂 thanks, Tracy. Am struggling with inspiration this week. Happy to get a chuckle.
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It’s not obvious.
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Awesome write & amazing artwork. Thanks!
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This fun poem is perfectly suited to your image.
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A poem to graze to! 👏
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nom nom!
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Hehehe!
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