28 May 2006
My poetic side - a short story
Nobody know's about my cares
Nobody, nobody know's about my cares
Nobody, cares about nose
Nobody, nobody cares about my nose
If the English language had any form or consistency, the term, lackadaisical, would have had something to do with the shortage of flowers.
Comments:
Now, that is Poetry.
Ah what's in a name? Would not a nose by any name smell the sweets?
True poetry is not to be denied.