Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
young heartnimble limbs~robert
Thank you, Robert.And a mule of a mind in love with the plow. Who put those rocks there, anyhow? And why straight through, rather than around?
Straight through gets you around in the end, but around just gets you back there again anyway. Thanks as always for the reading...
Wonderful, William. There is always that little child inside each of us that will never grow up, nor age, just like Peter Pan, no matter how old we get~~~
And thanks for your reading, Peter.That’s right, Jan. And I think that child is ageless and timeless — and wise.
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