Just Another Day in Sector 8A Poem by Judy Ponceby
Xenophiles see it all the time.
The transubstantiation of matter causing hysteria among every culture. One alchemical shift from lead to gold and you have empaths weeping over asps, telekinetics dropping things on fairy's heads. A tiny fusion of atoms and the next thing you know satyrs are dancing with dingos, sphinxes are doing the two step. Who knows what the next time/space shift is going to bring? Sigh...........makes for a long day at work. Ya know? © 2011 Judy PoncebyAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on October 28, 2011 Last Updated on October 28, 2011 AuthorJudy PoncebySwanton, OHAboutI am me. Living life. Learning love. And laughing. A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom. – Robert Frost more..Writing
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