Sheepdog herds the clouds
into just the one big field
rest of sky so blue
stray sheep maaing from here to
there...dog's bark lost on the wind.

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ENGLISH MICHELANGELO - G.F.WATTS

Old chap - the spitting
image of the dead painter
gazes at the grave
as if the Victorina
had risen for a quick stroll.

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This group of women
solar system to themselves
I(of no interest) .
Cool guy walks by - each woman
now her own planet...coos...smiles!

Dónall Dempsey

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