Sunday, September 3, 2017

Some poems

The troubled bluster of the sublet was but less for the butler's subtle bustle.

The staple leapt into the pasted petals, pleats of pastel on a pallid plate.
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  1. KellySeptember 10, 2017 at 12:49 PM

    Lovely to see new contributions to this neglected outlet. These two poems are a treat for the wary wordsmith. No need to waste letters. These are the musings of one with severe typewriter challenges and just a few keys at work. Splendid.

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