Little, Spittle, Dribble, Flow

Lifeline stories, windows never,

hazy fogs signal bad weather,

cars are dying people flying go to Paris see what dine is.

Love of living living lots

pressured time too much to stop.

Hands are clicking making waves

Still the silence misbehaves

What’s he saying what’s all this

Life’s too short to describe it.

Little, spittle, dribble, flow.

These words and more all them I know.

Summertime goes up in smoke

The second sun’s the one less wrote.

Let it simmer let it stew,

Try not to think too much just do.

– Thomas M. Watt

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