I have nothing against the duck
They are very well and good
The emerald sheen on the mallard head
In the flesh or a decoy of wood
Yet sometimes they hint of discarded old shoes
On the banks filthy and wet
Then in glides the swan and all that is foul
We are obliged to forget
Musings and books from a grunty overthinker
A blog full of humorous and poignant observations.
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Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
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Life Through A Lens
the strange and dark and beautiful
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Floating thoughts, A place where my beautifully weird thoughts floating around in my mind are posted.
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