Thumbs Up To Aphrodite
12-16-19
Time to post it again and leave the door ajar
For folks in high places
While He's on your other shore
Call it out third snow nothing of significance
Quite yet we've been fortunate for our only lad in danger
Death is of a beast in hotwire haste
No more of such waste
In loosing oneself
Oil on the balcony
What else is there to say but my usual call for
My Panama hat like foliage never blown away
By these tenements in all of these endearing young charms
Calling for a high of thirty-three and eight percent chance of precip
It looks bright.....
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ReplyDeleteI like the closing line . . . "It looks bright" . . . meaning to me, no matter what it appears to look like, it is still bright because you choose for it to be so.
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