One for the bait (poetic thought by George-B)
I freed the worm from the hook
to give it a second chance to life.
I hooked myself but it’s too late
in the season for fishing.
I shaved, hoping to please some killer whale
with no result
so
Here I am,
I can’t even make the bait.
I haven’t seen you posting for a while.
Or have I just been not seeing them.
Thanks for stopping by my blog again. 🙂
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I was having some problems, and I just couldn’t do it. I’m back for the time being. Thanks for your interest, and continued support through sensitive comments, as you are one of the most active commentators at euzicasa.
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Take care and don’t over do it.
Easy to say! I should take my own advice. 🙂
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Very wise, very wise! 🙂
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speaks volumes…softly.
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Thanks Charron!
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You freed the worm. Most admirable. Is this part of that advant garde liberation poetry stuff?
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It’s all about pets, and pets in the wilderness, Carl, and here and there a feeling of wanting to be part of something larger that the day!
I’m glad to have been lighting your interest!
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