Wednesday, 17 October 2012

Flesh The Morning's Bones

I told you that it can go either way,
you knowing full well
that I'm a disaster at
social gatherings.

4 comments:

  1. This small poem speaks volumes.

    (Familiar ones, best left unopened on the shelves these days.)

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  2. Yes, I have a few on my shelf too. Thanks Tom.

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  3. I had a proper chuckle reading this. Puts me in mind of those more than occasional faux pas that would seem to be a family speciality round our end.

    I love the wrong word at the right moment.

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    1. The wrong word at the right moment. Yes, your right. You wouldn't believe the howlers I have made. I'm not really safe out on my own.

      At least there's some compensation in being able to share these anxieties with a fellow conspirator or two. Thanks for stopping by.

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