Some people talk at the drop of a pin
And some people’™s talk can wear you thin
Some talk ‘˜til you throw a fit
As if their breathing depends on it
But the’ worst, I think are those constant larks
That always talk in question marks
For through most of talking one can dose
With open eyes and intelligent pose
But what is one supposed to do
‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ When questions are constantly put to you?
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Dear Guest,
I come to share with you
Flights of fancy
That came from far-
That came from near,
hopefully to spread some cheer.
Tales and Paintings
A poem or two
With warmth of spirit
And a smile too.