Seems A Little Proud Of Itself For A Notebook
Curving t'ward my destiny,
A link from start to end.
Helical transparencies
of layers fold and bend.
Thoughts arrive on midnight trains,
Heedless of intentions.
Brandishing their ticket stubs,
Seeking new dimensions.
Forged upon a single loop,
Theatrics in the round.
Wish me luck, I'm on my way...
Today, I'm spiral bound.
This makes me want to read more on my trip. Great work Pinhole. See you next week.
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Thanks. I can't wait. Hope your trip has been productive.
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Well done, Pinhole! I've seen so many thoughts arrive on midnight trains and thoroughly enjoy seeing your spiral notebook!
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Thanks, Montucky. Most of my trains of thought end up derailed.
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I get it! And it is a classic!
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Thanks, FF&F.
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Pinhole,
That is clever and delightful.
Do you intend to compile these gems into a book? If you do, I'll buy it!
Cheers,
Mitch
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Thanks, Mitch.
Based on pre-orders and market research, I could sell at least 2 copies of such a publication. Besides you I'm pretty sure Mom would feel obligated to buy one.
Thanks again.
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Now I'm picturing War and Peace written in a spiral notebook. Tolstoy's publishers would have had a fit.
Would have been one hell of a notebook, too.
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It might have made it much more accessible, though. Provided one could carry it.
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The Count's train of thought is heading for the roundhouse for the night. Vivid verse. Count Sneaky
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Pleasant dreams.
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