Have I asked for too much?
bitten a morsel so big
that made my said unsaid terms
get muddled in my glut

Mangled sound bytes
are all that reach the shore
of your lofty auditory soiree

A palm I had stretched
to let the twisted lines
of fate unwind

We are rooted holed and bolted
in our own hemispheres
Your Junes would snow
My Decembers would sear

I respect geography! !

[ Responding to serialized answers to my Q#1; asked thrice]

Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin

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