Musing № 2457
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1 min readSep 6, 2016
Life hangs sometimes
Like old spider’s webs,
Their wonder wrung out,
swaying useless in the breeze,
All the occupants long since departed,
No life left, no wonder.
Life hangs sometimes
Like old spider’s webs,
Their wonder wrung out,
swaying useless in the breeze,
All the occupants long since departed,
No life left, no wonder.
If you can think it you can write it down…but it might not be good!