Unrequit
by billy forbes '77
cold pelt struck
home--moist rain-face
sadly pensive
young man at
the back of the bus
cry low and softly for
the woman that's a
child that's a flower
you can see---
cold rain-struck bus.
Hey gang! There's a gosh=darn poem up there! Would that it were well and truly so...Now if i could only figger out who this billy forbes character is.
Anyway~~there's plenty 2 read and explore in the previous sets of commentary. My visitors are especial gracious and forgiving [as i stumble thru the line=on Linking schtuff]. Snow melts, Hane watches Columbo, Cat's Dad is off one foot in the Hospital & we pray for him all=together. And here am i, slackt bac and cultivating my fan=base...trying 2 eschew Verbosity @ all turns. Would that i arrifed on the PentaGlows~~NAH! not myself. [some of my music is all='rat']
3 comments:
Billy Forbes, you rapscallion, you. See how you are? I love the endline. You are a top 5 in my book. and my book counts! I suppose I also misspelled above... skip it,-- rascal.
hey slac..dropped in to see where you are at...as always, you leave me breathless.
Flo, you know so much of me~~i am exactly where i am, i think...
Sam: you shine especial often, but billy forbes remains a Mystery, mayhaps.
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