The Grit In The Oyster - Poem by Sheena Blackhall
Does the moon hang from a balloon?
Does the blue pot admire the red jug?
Why does the cat blow flowers from its nose?
Do machines like marching to drumbeats?
Is there a public statue called ephemera?
When the leaf collides with the stamp, which one's the winner?
What do a chess board and a mistress have in common?
If you tear a map will countries disappear?
Do departing pianos suffer from melancholia?
Do Shakespeare's equations add up?
Should dead roses have a crypt?
Can a rat knit a musical score?
Are artists' palettes related to angels' wings?
Does the planet Venus wear a boiler suit?
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