When the only tool you have is a hammer, The whole world is a nail. An ongoing sickness, Hard to prevail. Blinders on a horse, Its beautiful mane, Woven tightly into a shining braid. A different hat, Or tool for the trade. Bound by culture, No one's insane.
Sweet flow.
ReplyDeleteNice...Really well done.
ReplyDeleteE - your comment makes me laugh. thank you :)
ReplyDeleteSanders - your dogs make me laugh. And thank you also.
Hope the western fall is treating you both well!