Four Lines
Just somewhat wobbling we stay put tunneling our way through deep space always at the same measured pace no matter at rest or afoot. Lynne
Just somewhat wobbling we stay put tunneling our way through deep space always at the same measured pace no matter at rest or afoot. 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
Sometimes I kneel in compromise inclined to recline with my fate but other times I just can’t wait to turn my life counterclockwise. Lynne
When jabbed by dark cold hell I feel my heart dance wild jigs with my gut and I work to stay upright but sometimes I compromise and kneel. Lynne
