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The pretty little boredom
That mischief defies,
Like meaninglessness
Amidst profundity
Thrives,
Words kill words,
In being big and unwise
Dropped as though from nowhere
And sad to have arrived
In a royal hour as this…
When knowledge itself denies
Hoots the knowing owl
Wisdom raining down his eyes
“Where ?” his pupils he enquires
“In salvation”, owlets reply.
Owls... love it; and an ennui of sorts.
"meaninglessness" had me stumble a bit - but that's my failing.
Enjoyed very much your tongue and cheek ending; profound in its cuteness.
All in all a wonderful read.
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
That was all in all a wonderful appreciation...Quote:
Originally Posted by tailor STATELY
Thank you... :)