DanglingA Poem by Andrew JohnThere is a site just here, yes, here. Somewhere. I hover, dangle, hang about, just here. You can hold a mouse, press it just here, or just here, and you hear a click. It may even squeak. A mouse does so, so much. Such a sight on this site. Sometimes it’s light or often a fright. But such a sight on this site. Oh, such a site! (February 2022) © 2022 Andrew John |
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