Category: Confusion
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Gremlins on the Eve of Vampyre’s Day
On the night before Vampyre’s Day All was calm, and quiet, I was about to say I opened Live Writer to write my post And was slightly shocked, to say the most (That should have been ‘least’ but it didn’t rhyme…) For some reason, my Live Writer this evening showed: Instead of: Which was most…
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Surreal Dreaming
I visited you in my dreams last night You’d had your hair done in a special way You wanted to tell me something But couldn’t think of what to say You pointed to the garden Where the pond had overflown And then I found myself somewhere else And to be honest I was thrown You…
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Dark Skies. Black Roses. Purple Hue.
Raindrops pelted the windows with such force the frames shook. Through the gap in the curtains, the darkness outside was of a purplish kind, as each individual raindrop carried with it a reflection of light from… where was the light from? There was no Moon visible, the skies were far too cloudy for that. The…
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A Summer’s Day
Shall I compare you to a Summer’s Day? All hot and flustered And the things you say! My ears have never heard such things From your mouth of which the daytime brings Your eyes sparkle and blink As you steam into dust Though into shadow you quickly thrust Yourself To drink and your composure gain…
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Wordle: A Spectacle of Warts
It was meant to be a spectacle showpiece More than a message And not just rows of words missing a point In a post with a gentle sense of humour fun That needed a gentle injection of fun humour Spin wouldn’t work Bending the truth wouldn’t work either And I think even invisible ink text…
The Mansionic Perspective 