Autumn Moon abigfatcanofworms Uncategorized May 1, 2023May 1, 2023 1 Minute the hook beneath that crane sickle white and mouldy blue ready for work pulling up the tide Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related Published by abigfatcanofworms We all walk in the dark. But if we hold hands, perhaps the dark won't be as scary. View all posts by abigfatcanofworms Published May 1, 2023May 1, 2023
oh that’s exquisite, Worms, such an elegant miniature; you achieved in 5 lines what other poems might well labour over — LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Thanks, John! Who knew what sitting in a busy carpark could do for one. 🙂 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
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oh that’s exquisite, Worms, such an elegant miniature; you achieved in 5 lines what other poems might well labour over —
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Thanks, John! Who knew what sitting in a busy carpark could do for one. 🙂
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well, it worked wonders for you, Worms: such a brave little poem 🙂
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It’s that last line that makes one smile. Unexpected and perfect.
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THanks, Misky!
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