In my possession I have
A pair of crystal balls
Would you believe that
Sometimes they can predict the future
Upward to nine months?
In my possession I have
A pair of crystal balls
Would you believe that
Sometimes they can predict the future
Upward to nine months?
Thoughts-poetry on life, nature and spiritual
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Cindy Knoke
You clever Poet!
Thanks!
LOL!!!! Crystal eh. That stuff’s rock hard. And other than Torvants, perhaps the only kind of rocks that grow.
*Trovants not Torvants!! Here I go getting all comment-caffeinated again. :))
Thanks for you caffeinated comments. They are always a pleasure to read!
And what I meant was that this poem was really clever!! and cheeky. :)) You are not afraid to have fun with words… it’s very inspiring.
Thanks again. Sweet of you to say. We should all try to “create dangerously” a bit of the time, if not all of it if we can.
I’ve got an 8 ball. Is that similar?
Haha. I think so. It has about the same accuracy.
😳🤣😋 you’re a clever dog
Thanks 🙂