Alas.
I am on my own.
And I realize that today is a day I will be gadding about.
And I have nothing, NOTHING on which to write.
Therefore, I plagiarize.
Below is one of Your Prude's Favorite Poems.
I have been nagging- pardon- lecturing, everyone to read it.
So now I provide it, in all its glory.
Enjoy.
And rest assured that tomorrow, Lord willing, I will have lectured myself into a state of preparedness.
The Mist and All
by Dixie WillsonTo be read slowly and quietly I like the fall
The mist and all
I like the night owl’s lonely call
And wailing sound
Of wind around
I like the gray
November day
And dead, bare boughs that coldly sway
Against my pane
I like the rain
And laugh at it
And tend my cozy fire a bit
I like the fall
The mist and all
4 comments:
The Prude is having a long talk with Spellcheck and its failure to back her up lately.
Disapprives indeed!
A delightful poem. Maybe even Nancy would like it. I do not disapprive.
Sue, you made my day.
I didn't even notice the typo until you pointed it out! I have often wondered if it would be best to point out my obvious mistakes before someone else can, or to hope no one else notices. Both can backfire on you. Hmmmm, it is always a tough decision.
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