To hit a bot
Won’t help’ a lot
But makes morose.
It burns a pain
That comes again –
then danger:
One seeks consolation
that’s sheer fiction
Then there is’ a yearning
A’ constant burning
Perhaps this liquid
will put out the fire…?
‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ But does it … hell!
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Dear Guest,
I come to share with you
Flights of fancy
That came from far-
That came from near,
hopefully to spread some cheer.
Tales and Paintings
A poem or two
With warmth of spirit
And a smile too.