We can think about many things..............
What shall it be?............
How about it is dark out and I can't see?........ fumbling along...
Hitting all the wrong keys...........
or,,,,,
I am struggling here........
Not for long the any of us really..........
The old man was foraging along the shore yesterday........
I asked him what he found.........
'Inspiration along the side of the road' he said ........
Why an old bronze Bowsprit ........ attached to a rotting piece of wood.......
and there a ships mahogany plank.......
A Whisky Bottle... who's lips once pursed?
The Non of us here for long really..........
The noticing of the little things.........
maybe not so small.......
The non of us really........
Affected......
by the good report........
Praise be to the Conventional Wisdom of things.........
The once planted seed.
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