Tuesday, 12 April 2011

The Last Of The Stockpile

Word Smithin'

Word smithin' with my favourite ally
From the ether these words I pry
Cloak and dagger as the boss might spy
Disciplinary, questions why?
Expand your mind these lines I try
Let your thoughts take to the sky
Arching through clouds free to fly
Cannot I have this to help me by?
No.
Back to work hippy.

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This is indeed the last of the stockpile, well I say last what I mean is last that I deem good enough to put out to the electronic public. You will see a noted dip in posts, by my reckoning about two to three postings a week. So save your hurried, must see, cutting edge clickings up for a mini poetry break at one point in your week. I'd recommend a nice cup of tea, even if you drink coffee, a relax and let the words work their magic. Big love.

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