![]() Standing StoneA Poem by Einstein Noodlethe privacy of her expectations kept those things hidden tight I pushed them into compression locks, she squeezing shut and squinted yet still oozing her secrets; it couldn't be helped in hieroglyphic mazes we bleed our ignorance Tell me darling! Please! I beg standing stupor with a pick- shovel and sifter ....shaking ... ever shaking through the debris to glimpse some bit of understanding never settling honestly ........... tombs of the ancients are an easier task 01/24/2018 E.
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32 Reviews Added on January 20, 2018 Last Updated on August 31, 2019 Author![]() Einstein NoodlePork Rind, AKAboutThis morning as I began to log in to WC, it occurred to me what an inspiring and comfortable place this has become for me. There are so many talented people sharing, encouraging, teaching and learni.. more..Writing
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