I zipped my zipper
in a cold Spring wind
(I’m sure you understand why).
Nature doesn’t have call waiting, or
a button to place on hold.
I checked for tracks
on the landscape of my legs,
no trace of the legacy of age.
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You got it right!
What else do I say?!
Those fishermen will never know what hit `em.
good to read:)
Glad you're not fishing up here! LOL
LOL
Let me know if you find one of those "hold" buttons--I could use one too!
Very classy poem!
::smirks:: It fits you perfectly.
Soft love,
T
Perfect! LOL
lol!
good to read you again
(i'm ok, btw, just busy with stuff)
I'm still laughing...
I can't hold my laugh again, Pat
How well you say it,
I really wish you were more regular here :)
I'll be found up-wind... thank you!
Hey, you're blogging again. Love this one, Pat:-)
Hiya !
Read yur blog for the veri first tym,bt it made my mind that yuh r really "Laughing Ghost"
Jollies.........
Escapist
Is this your birthday poem?
Liked these lines "nature doesn't have call waiting...or "hold"
and the entire 3rd stanza.
I've missed your gifted writing.
(Check your email for who this was/is.) :) or visit my new site!
Now, that's reliving a moment of relief (I thought I caught something drifting by).
interesting :)
Irony in almost every line. Great to see you back!
Pat...long time, we had a poem from you :)
wishes,
devika
passing through, the journey longer each time, pleased with the pit stop of your words, a welcome rest spot and one I should halt at more often.
Where have you gone again? I missing your writings
T
I LOVE IT!! Very well done! :o)
Bwahaha!
I *really* enjoyed some chuckles reading this, Pat. Hope you're well..:)
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