Wednesday, July 23, 2008

• Odd little poem...

  ...which came to me all-in-one in my current insomnia fog.  I thought, as I am no writer, that this was as good a place to put it as any, as it pleases me and might please you!  

  
  I seem to see a little man,
  He sits on my left shoulder,
  But if I ask him things he says,
  "I'll tell you when you're older."

  "That isn't any good," I say,
  "I need some information!"
  He puts his finger to his lips,
  And tells me to be patient.
  
  "I'm not the patient kind!" I shout,
  "And you're not very helpful!"
  He laughs and goes invisible,
  But I think that he's there still.

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