Ornithorthography

has taken wings
and blasphemicalderas
from a sutured camellia....
the sound of it makes mountebanks whistle and stomp in the atria......
positive
they'll
be circumnavigatored
and formed into strapping purses
with names like JunglecatJimsonweed and HarrytheHarbinger......
the ears of the eyes and the nose of the mouth
were laid open...
.a jogging trail of tearducks
left a symbiotic semblance of a myrrh-bespattered nuance....
it was pocketed, refrocked and sent out for coffee and crullers...........

not making news...just reporting it.....

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It had to be you... No one else writes like this. Only you, you crazy verbal musician who makes playthings of words and laughs long and loud at the ridiculousness and exquisite irony of life and all its feathered and four footed creatures. Thanks for tweaking my little grey cells. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Love d... and I'd be feather wingdings around the paws of newsprint.... (within the aroha)