one time a bonsai
regift’d longevity
to a clipper shipp’d
West of the East Bridge
no chance the willow shall root
hereon your saffron
peacocks fore three mums
trail on a whirl’d lilium
stonecrop dragons &
one time a bonsai
regift’d longevity
to a clipper shipp’d
West of the East Bridge
no chance the willow shall root
hereon your saffron
peacocks fore three mums
trail on a whirl’d lilium
stonecrop dragons &
That’s pretty audacious to finish on an ampersand! I think you get away with it, again. I like, particularly, the ‘clipper shipped’ and the break before ‘west’.
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Shiver me timbres…there’s a shorter that, Captain,
but you know, the older I am requires more rest,
especially in a chill…& always derring-do
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A cracking pirate response!
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Dear Glyn, I’m inclin’d to agree, when I’m runnin’ a ground,
sometime the sand is steep…but do ya know where’s the isle?
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The Isle, as always, is just those few footsteps, that couple of strokes, the extra hour, that we don’t have in us.
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Well, Sir, I’ll attempt the Fugit Sound, ‘tho I’ve been there before.
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