that was supposed to be eyes,
but I messed up, and it morphed into a mouth.
so I tried again with the eyes.
and to one’s surprise, I messed those up as well.
drawing a face with chocolate on a field of whipped
cream gives you a better appreciation for god,
and what they may have done
had they existed
as we imagined.
Well, it looks like I've majorly lapsed on the poem-a-day habit. Not to worry. I'm taking a short break to finish the Balkey story line....
“What,” the young, scarred and scabbed Scib said, “did Mr. Pin calm him – Bixson-” And Balkey closed the gap as soon as the word left the...
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