IF YOU CAN’T TELL
If you can’t tell what you don’t know
then when it’s time to say farewell
he’ll call on you and ring your bell
and as he leaves he’ll say hello.
But if you think he’s in disguise
it well could be that this poor guy’s
gone and shrunk and now’s so small
he might as well not be at all.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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Comments5
He was here last week tomorrow wearing garish brilliant shades of grey as he soaked me in arid silent verbosity. Monochrome rainbows brightly disappeared as the news was unmade and we all rejoiced at the possibilty of history.
So pleased to unlearn from the garrulity of your erudite disquisition dear friend.
my inability to read these words without smiling is a measure of just how good they are ... n truly ..
An intriguing look at the sphere's of linguistic double-speak - a super write Mike and oh what a picture - methinks I could spot an eye looking at me in that big white cloud.
Good write and pic M. Using 20 words when 5 will do - lavishly, generously, with abandon? Does Miss Berles count the syllables of these linguistics? Is there a Sale on of them?!
Intriguing words Michael, do we really know anything at all?
Andy
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