Howdy one and all, and a good morning to you.
Today is a good day to be alive, and the soft sounds of the flute tune are echoing around my headphones as I write, here in the local coffee shop.
anyone up for silliness?
Add two lines to the poem and lets see what madness we can evoke from the muse.
She wore a paper dress, taped and carefully stapled on
and swore to wear it from this, to the coming rosy dawn