Stamping My Ethereal Passport
Marching through the meadow
Where all my thoughts are kept;
Striding forth with purpose,
Minding where I stepped.
Past the Tree Of Memories
That once was just a seed;
Needing to relieve myself,
I ducked around and…checked out the other side of the tree.
A short verse in attempted justification of the preceding effort:
Aesop had his fables;
The Grimms their tales in rhyme;
I acquired a pencil…
And far too much free time.
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Ah, but with your pencil and some free time, you have changed the face of literature. For the better.
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Thanks, Wolf, but I'm not sure I'd call what I do 'Literature'. With all of the BS involved, maybe 'Agriculture' would be a better description.
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Then your particular brand of agriculture is worth practicing, I'd say... Not only helps the tree to grow but produces a chuckle-provoking couple o' couplets. That 3rd one is oh-so-quotable!
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I think 'practicing' is probably the key word here. Lord knows, I can use some.
Thanks, Jen/Domestika
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Um... Literature is BS. But I agree that agriculture fits what you do better.
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Thanks...I think.
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This is vintage "Pinhole", and I'm so glad you do it!
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Thanks, Montucky. You're much too kind, but I appreciate it.
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Thanks for the laugh, Pinhole. Fun post.
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Oh no...Thank you, for reading.
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