I am the grit in the gears, the missing bolt, I am the poker of sticks into spokes.
I like to know how things work, but sometimes when I take them apart and rebuild them, I have a few pieces left over.
I am a man, so I tend to leave reading the instructions until after it goes wrong.
And like all men I have a comprehensive mental map of the world and never need to ask directions.
I never get lost, only sometimes I'm late, or end up in the wrong place entirely.
It's what we do.
Tuesday, 15 May 2007
Song of the Open Road -Ogden Nash 1902-1971
I think that I shall never see A billboard lovely as a tree Indeed, unless the billboards fall I'll never see a tree at all.
Ah, a Yorkshire lad. You have peaked my interest as I have a love of verse that started in my cradle and will probably last until my dotage. Those of us who love to read poetry often love also to write it. How about you?
Ah, a Yorkshire lad. You have peaked my interest as I have a love of verse that started in my cradle and will probably last until my dotage. Those of us who love to read poetry often love also to write it. How about you?
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