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The Things I Am
I am the water nymph, gliding in its net,
Exploring to the limits of my pond,
Growing and maturing until I burst,
And fly out to the vaster world beyond.
I am the buzzing nuisance, a constant underfoot,
With eyes and ears of funnels for the new,
A magnet toy attracted, somehow bound,
To always be a shadow under you.
I am the gliding songbird, forever on the wing,
Dancing with the wind in sylvan vestures,
Which calls out in a voice thrown back behind it,
Ventriloquism with its sleight of body gestures.
I am the tasted morsel, dissolving on the tongue,
With all my light and fancy being cast,
Into the world that nurtured me to be its folly,
I snuggle into comforts of the past.
NicknamedBob . . . . . September 23, 2008
2,415 posted on
09/23/2008 4:44:39 PM PDT by
NicknamedBob
(I think Obama understands "root hog, or die" as well as anyone. He's number two at the trough.)
To: NicknamedBob
2,416 posted on
09/23/2008 4:49:28 PM PDT by
Tax-chick
("Even for a thin-skinned solipsistic narcissist, Obama seems a frightful po-faced pill." ~Mark Steyn)
To: NicknamedBob
Great as usual, Bob. I love the one above about fall also.
2,420 posted on
09/23/2008 5:03:45 PM PDT by
WVNan
To: NicknamedBob
2,424 posted on
09/23/2008 5:32:54 PM PDT by
MEG33
(God Bless Our Military)
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