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Saturday, April 25, 2015

WAVING AT THE WIND



Now you may think me daffy
and ripe for the loony bin
but I see women
walking through walls
and waving at the wind

On the other side
I asked her
if she might be inclined
to show me how she does it
before I lose my mind

She said uh uh
you can't do it
I hate to spoil your fun
but my head is harder than yours
and that's just how it's done

sometimes I sit up late at night
and o'er her words I mull
'bout the vagaries of the sexes
and the thickness of one's skull

my life's the same
I'd have to say
'cept for downing a spot of gin
when I see those women
walking through walls
and waving at the wind 





12 comments:

  1. I so love this! At first I thought you were seeing ghosts, but I gather that women can walk through walls in reality too! Nice one!

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    1. Thanks, Tameka. You can take it literally or metaphorically

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  2. Careful; just, "Another Brick in the Wall" could imprint the way we think and learn..

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    1. Well now you can't have any pudding!

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  3. Contemplating a head-on collision, are we ? Me-ouw ...

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  4. This is so beautiful and thought provoking :D

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  5. I would probably down a whole bottle of gin if I had thick-headed gals walking through the walls..

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  6. TIM I LOVE YOU. *thunk* That is all.

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