Things that should not be, became
Things that should not be known, were revealed
Now understood, that which has no name
Things that have no end, no beginning yield
Knock on wood, rock, paper, scissors, a coin toss
A bent knee, a broken albatross
Midnight's kiss of dross, an embrace
A double cross, a Janus face
Muddy waters, disgrace, a broken tooth
Burnt offerings efface a fortune teller's booth
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sorenbarrett (
Offline) - Published: July 15th, 2023 10:51
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Atrocious atrocities always arrive abominably. It’s there though, that whole ignorance is bliss thing never lasted long enough for me,
Like Sly said, if you dance to the music you’re gonna have to pay to the piper.
Thanks Bobby I appreciate the review and comment.
Brilliant!
infuriated passion, purposed
to inform with poetic eloquence
(I read and learn)
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