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
You make me miss summer
I’d settle for spring at this point. Still snowing here today. But I’ll be in Boston this weekend, get me some spring.
Enjoy it for me!
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Ray Sharp, The Bard of Liminga