Daily Archives: November 27, 2017

On Top of Spaghetti

I lost my poor meatball, When somebody sneezed. ………….. – old Scout song   .. We have lost our ever -lovin’ ……(meatballs) ……………(meanings) minds. You will find us here, ………..tryin’ to use our noodles, find some new way ……to say ………….God … Continue reading

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North of This  

This poem has slid just a little too far south. She’s got a mouth on her, but not enough to say. Point her true ……………..{north} , and she’ll tell you a thing or two about the weight of water, the … Continue reading

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