Sense Less Poem by Sandra Feldman
Sense Less
Fill your shoes with garlic,
And go for a long walk,
Maybe you'll come to your senses,
It's of you, World that I talk.
Tuesday, March 8, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: lost,madness,world
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4/25/2024 12:22:33 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Lesson learned - the hard way, since gentler, sweeter methods have failed. But it won't be forgotten. And that's the point: it's time to get moving forward, productively, The Muse is just ahead, waiting for us to prove we're worthy of her. We can't let her down!