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No theme in today’s show & tell

 

No theme in today’s show & tell

 

I’m tired of the Global North. I don’t want to look at photos. I just want to write my poem. & then she said & this is big: how do you take your tea? She had a beautiful body. On occasions you could see it through her clothes. Then I took the dogs for a walk & sang a song for the birds. To show them not all that’s human is scum. Best to let your guest add their own milk. I’m back. Next is a dance for the finches & wrens in the garden. Apparently you can only prepare a garden for small OR big birds. Because the two won’t co-habit. The big birds bully out the small birds. The landlord has created a garden for small birds. Either consciously or unwittingly. Anyway, I’m glad. Though I half expect Bunjil the eagle to swoop down & steal a wren, in sore need of focus. There once was a cat named Rodg & he drove a car through my house. As it was to catch a mouse. His back legs were all shot. Coz he grew up in a lab & was genetically modified like a tortoise, kind of Hieronymus Bosch.

 

 

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