Four Lines
At the speed Spring begins to pop I am hard pressed to see it all while pink and white holds me in thrall green covers brown with each rain drop. Lynne
At the speed Spring begins to pop I am hard pressed to see it all while pink and white holds me in thrall green covers brown with each rain drop. Lynne
I’m impressed whenever I stop to look at flowers, smell the breeze or exclaim at the green of trees by the speed Spring begins to pop. Lynne
Whether afoot or at calm rest we travel a million of miles through strange clusters of starry isles rarely stopping to be impressed. Lynne
I think that’s the way of such but the world still runs its day night rounds and no matter how bad it sounds we stay put just wobbling somewhat. Lynne
I never seem to advance much along the length of story line that’s proven sure a trust of mine but I think that’s the way of such. Lynne
He ate well still with no answer for the chicken and egg debate has raged in joker riddle state and never seems much advancer. Lynne
The Easter bunny mad to tell who came first the egg or chicken cooked them both in mama’s kitchen got no answer still he ate well. Lynne
A fool’s joke isn’t so funny if the joker laughs the longest leaving the fool feeling dumbest mad to tell the Easter bunny. Lynne
Apologies to gentlefolk this attempt at April Fools play was to wait the following day but now that seems no foolish joke. Lynne
When my life turns counterclockwise I forget the calendar date and write my four lines one day late and for that I apologize. Lynne
