Note To Self

Sad and blue Sad and blue Pick up pen Red will do News is news It’s never true It’s chewed up Bird spit for you They don’t love you Never did Of course you kept Your motive hid Through a window In the glass Who we are Is how we pass

Daily Doodle 730

Whimsy came and whimsy went For Lent * Save me save me down the hole The Hour presses Someone spotted A kiting Soul Against the brimming darkness * Still and be still Mind I love While we are able still to speak The striking match The hissing leak