Some poems start with a
hey watch this
then the letting go of the rope
the wild and joyful flailing of limbs
and end with a
Flattered. And as always happy to be the inspiration for the thievery of a poet! This is very well done and stands alone. Kay
Thanks, Kay. I only steal from the best poets.
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Ray Sharp, The Bard of Liminga