A PHONE POEM, OF SORTS

Well, I have a new Square-space format which I do not understand at all. That is sort of the story of my life regarding technology. There are all these symbols. Goodness. Time for a bit of adverse verse, perhaps. Based on a real life experience. Of course.

Simon: I and Thou

Simon met a flying bug

Walking on our kitchen floor;

Simon thrust his nose down low,

Which the bug he did ignore.

The bug he did ignore said nose;

he saw it was no threat,

for Simon is a gentle soul,

our precious household pet.

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Simon: I and Thou,