Location: marengo, il, United States

Saturday, February 12, 2005


Trampoline fingers
Hot desires
Do numbers matter?


Blogger Gone Away said...


Q: What sound does a castrated pigeon make?

A: A high coo.

6:19 PM  
Blogger Harry said...

(look left)

Eli went LOL, as did I

9:38 PM  
Blogger Ned said...

This hike-oo my attention did grab
with chords did wrap my mind tightly
Freedom was found in a tab
it was locked till I got the right key

6:35 AM  
Blogger Jay said...

I like to think that numbers don't matter, but I think maybe that's just avoidance on my part.

7:47 AM  
Blogger Harvey Young said...

Lol. This exposure to poetry of so many types has been wonderful for me.

Hi Coo!

10:54 AM  
Blogger PiggyCanHack said...

Sweet! I like your poem alot man!

9:57 PM  
Blogger Hannah said...

Nameless words, dancing
across my screen. The poet
Rests quietly.

10:16 PM  
Blogger Amela Blue said...

smells beautiful

11:00 PM  
Blogger Harry said...

Eh. All I idly wondered was if the counter do-dad in the corner gives us any useful information.

11:13 PM  
Blogger Harry said...

I do hope you can keep it down, Amela.

11:17 PM  
Blogger Stranger Ken said...

Hi Harry

Thanks for taking the time to visit my blog so thoroughly and for your very kind remarks, all of which are much appreciated. I'm pleased you enjoyed my poems and wondered how you might feel about my placing a text link to your blog in the sidebar of my blog? I enjoyed you prose work a lot, especially as I'm considering starting a second blog myself dedicated to prose writing and have been giving some thought to writing short short stories that might be readable on-screen. You seem to have cracked this one! I look forward to your next visit. All the best. Ken

2:45 PM  

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