Ah reality, Bill; no imagination needed for light satire any more…
Just watch things carefully…
Doug
On Apr 28, 2015, at 5:36 PM, Bill Wootton <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Just beyond the driveway
> of a main road house I pass,
> a pile of wood sits happily,
> spread out upon the grass.
>
> 'DO NOT', I read, in yellow paint,
> on the topmost log in view,
> 'TAKE' on a log below, as if
> I were tempted to.
>
> But if a wood-be thief did strike
> and snatch top log away,
> it would be on for young and old.
> There'd be nothing left to say.
>
> bw
Douglas Barbour
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Recent publications: (With Sheila E Murphy) Continuations & Continuation 2 (UofAPress).
Recording Dates (Rubicon Press).
There is no life that does not rise
melodic from scales of the marvelous.
To which our grief refers.
Robert Duncan.
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