Out To Play.

I have a nice, nice friendWhose been sick for many days,She starts to get betterBut the ailment won’t go away,And me, all filled with empathyFind myself writing just to sayI’m currently feeling equally illSo on the settee I now lay,Kindly you’ve wished me betterSo I return affection and prayHealth will fill your houseAnd you’ll soon … Continue reading Out To Play.

Monday Musing

Hi Pogue, So here I am and I’m still thinking about ‘weird’, your ‘weird’, my ‘weird’ and looking around and about for other people who have found their’s together with the determination and freedom to give it expression. To that end I spotted an account in a book I’m currently reading, A Moveable Feast, Ernest … Continue reading Monday Musing