Dennis, you've got to go.
I don't know who you are
or where you came from.
All I know is that you have to go.
Your name inscribed on my work surface
is detracting from the beauty of the wood.
I can put up with the knife cuts.
Just.
And the ancientosity of the wood.
Very easily.
But your name has to go.
It doesn't fit in here.
So I'm sandpapering you away.
Rub...rub...rub...
Replace old history with the new, no matter how hard it may be. That's my girl! t x
LOL...Well...I've heard of washing em out of our hair....but never sandpapering em off our desk top! ! LOL Loved it Fran! Good to see you back again! Hugs, Dee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ha ha... so very lovely to read your words again Fran. It's been too long. HG: -) xx