The Pescetarian Poet
fishy scribbles for fussy nibbles
The everyday clowns who believe they are running your business.
Groovy me a little somethin'.
I shall leave these questions unanswered.
Time for a bit of stargazing.
The dust settles; the 44th prompt to the 44-word poetry series is ... "kick".
What if we're all part of some giant clockwork?
My first Halloween scribble.
A simple rhyme royal stanza posted in my morning commute.
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