This world is so wide that, even if you flitted around and around it, you would never reach the end of it. This blog is a collage of more or less literary and humorous, outlandish or sometimes even serious glimpses at this great wide world.
Monday, October 25, 2010
She used to be an ...
For her, more than ever
Up to twenty-one
things were all pink; at forty,
there are some grey streaks.
4 comments:
I love this! It is such a unique direction you've taken the prompt!
very smart words.
well done.
Interesting take.
I liked it
Pink is a way of life... not a color!
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