Tossed Rag-A-Muffins. Poem by Michael Gale
Tossed Rag-A-Muffins.
Dust bunnies just-a-swirlin' in the wind...
Scattered all about as tossed rag-a-muffins.
Winds of war awakens the beast in us all...
Tall fall, for penny-anti gamblers.
Whistles for men and women, enlist, aid to the hungry...
Man eats only his own failures.
Baby tornadoes assemble in dark back alleys...
Felines sit upon fence-boards.
Angry mobs amid angered hoards...
Many dummies not making best use of their empty little goards.
Classic, Vintage, Michael Jeffrey Gale in full scope & darting deliverence! Where have u been Good Sir of The Quixotic Quilling? ! Good to c your name & artistry adorning this pagentried site! I hope u hav' inTENtions of hangin' 'round for awhile ! ~ FjR ~
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8/3/2026 12:22:46 PM # rel_20260801T223347Z_c882427
Hilarious write though harsh reality can well be felt..well formulated