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Assortment of poetic wannabes from M to R. Sketches, many in the editing process. |
| [13+] Okay. How do you wed PassKey ring in a poem with the emotion envy? I really don't know. I tried. ♦♦♦♦♦ Not amused am I, ♦♦♦♦♦ She has so many things, treasured words and locked up rings. And now she has my Muse. He left me sad-song notes, how homeward bound to sounds of silence would be better still than hope that April come she will this final day, September. "You remember, don't you?" So said he! But I suspect he's gone to She- who-siren-sang "I need a muse", or some come-hither invitation to play among her baubles. And now She's locked him up with characters and treason, pressed his luck between the chapters of her seasoned novel. Keeps him hidden there. No pass for me. No key. No nothing. So many gems She has and now my Muse. No Passkey ring will bring him back to me. She keeps his password private. Kåre Enga catalogue number: [162.416] 30 september 2005 Note: For Duck's Spinning Nouns Contest!
I used the prompt #1 (Simon and Garfunkel songs) from
which isn't a contest to get me going. |