All my ideas are lost
wandering this wasteland
I call a mind
(Don’t forget about that call for sorta-sonnets over at Whispers & Echoes.)
All my ideas are lost
wandering this wasteland
I call a mind
(Don’t forget about that call for sorta-sonnets over at Whispers & Echoes.)
Days like this need an emotional rain down.
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Indeed. I could use a good storm.
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You’ll come out sparkling 🤓
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But I’ll smell like a wet dog.
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😂
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:-)
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Glad to make you smile.
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Thank you Bartholomew Barker!
We were amused.
:-)
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Then my job is done.
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:-)
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I think I’m in your (mental) neighborhood. Good poem.
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Thanks. If you find your way out, let me know so I can follow.
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thumbs up
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And a wandering we shall go …
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Yikes!! I always knew your mind was scary, but this is too much!
LOL! I am enjoying your fraikus.
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It’s not always this barren in here but I’m glad you’re enjoying these Friday offerings.
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It’s starting to look like Arizona up there. It’s so hot. Sticky hot.
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Hope you’re able to stay cool out there.
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