Thursday, September 3, 2009

B is for Scribblings (on phone)

another phone entry....

the pedantic cow stares listlessly at the succulent greens littered with jewels, (broken glass liquified by the morning's breath) and decides to chew a cud's worth of stubbornness till it becomes milk for the mother and meat for the wolves.


end with an odd number and everyone meets in the middle.
end with an even number and people take sides.

© tracy j h 2009

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