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with the tongue of a tempest

ye beckons the cloud formations

in my very sky

the sun tips his hat to but the wink of

thy devilish eye

where hath thou been though

as this day's tread is nearly through

hast ye not read nor cared to respond

to mine proffered poem

with a word or two of encouragement

from thine own scrambled thoughts

glimmering so expecting

as this speckled lass can be

I await a word or two of zealous temptation

ready at the baiting

to be expressed by thee so jubilantly

and lathered in great gregarious wit

will ye leave me word less and unsatisfied

I should believe not

tapping mine troubled chin

I ponder to proffer this piece from my dotty carriage's

( slow computer's)

pen

yet dampened by even the faintest possibility of

abandonment 's despair

I send ye this hasty loose prose

so untidily writ

yet again

but with such

'Buoyancy And Flair'..................................

(Aug. 3, 2009 832pm)