when no one asks me I ask myself. & twirl around the room to music that isn't playing.
other times I answer letters no one's sent. I call them poems.
or stroke the nape of a stranger who hasn't knockd on my door.
I've been known to expose myself to a mirror.
today I ate a whole pineapple from 2 different plates. I was so full I had to take a nap before requesting a waltz.
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sounds like me
shall we dance Andrew?
You're my role model, Alex. I haven't twirled in ages. OK, I just got up and twirled until I got a little dizzy.
thanks
& just before checking yr blog Jean I devourd a huge chocolate chip cookie.
What a perfect definition of the art and craft of poetry... "answering letters no one sent."
Merci!
Moi
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