Quirk

October 26, 2016 at 10:46 am (humour, Poems, Stories) ()

On the shooting of a star
I hung my boots
and travelled far

In a book I read a line
that reflected
thoughts of mine

In a tree I heard a crow
teaching tortoises
to sew

Through the keyhole of a dream
I saw a sheep…
What can it mean?

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1 Comment

  1. nobodysreadingme said,

    Don’t ask me. 🙂

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