*Laughs*
Rock socks, I'm seeing somebody who stuck their feet into wet mud, that mud dried and they are stuck contemplating things like coffee and colour. I love cold coffee. Are we taught how to live, to breathe, to enjoy the finer things, or is just something that goes beyond teaching, and preaching and searching for things that are not lies?
*Laughs*
Rock socks, I'm seeing somebody who stuck their feet into wet mud, that mud dried and they are stuck contemplating things like coffee and colour. I love cold coffee. Are we taught how to live, to breathe, to enjoy the finer things, or is just something that goes beyond teaching, and preaching and searching for things that are not lies?
This was fun to read! It reminded me of something I would read out of Where the Sidewalk ends by the Author Silverstein...minus the word "crap" lol. The imagination could go wild with a worthy illustration. Hats off to you...great penning!
Excellent rhyming!
I've read it in silence and read it again loud out loud,truly music to the ear!
A free verse but sounds like poetry with perfect meter pattern.
I enjoyed the piece very much!
Hard to follow your zip-pip-dips, they have my mind doing flips. *oh snap*
This was just fun...it sounds like such a simple word...but it was fun to read. (I love all your writings.. don't forget that..very important) This was just fun ;)