Thoughts over morning coffee...
Looking out of my window
I see houses I have named
There is the Winking Whistler
There the Stalwart Pig
I wonder what my neighbors
are calling me this morning?
Do they know our homes
have personalities?
Soon after moving in to my home, overlooking a sloping meadow, I notices the homes seemed to have interesting shapes, some of which I recognized.
Thoughts over morning coffee...
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11-06-2009
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Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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