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Will there be laughter
if there is no sound?
Will there be a forest,
if no trees are around?
Ridiculous questions, asked of me
by a lovely young lady,
who is so close to me.

Do you ever feel
stuck in the lurch,
even if you wanted,
you can't go to church.

A simple February muse,
is about the two's.
Who says they do?
Why, 2021, 21, 02.
Simple words, in kind
lost in my mind.

My verse is lame,
like a three legged dog.
It could be worse,
like a two legged frog.
A frog who would jump
and land on its face.
Oh what a failure;
a frog jumping disgrace.

A blanket of snow,
covers the ground.
The silence is golden,
with no noise around.
We are stuck at home,
while very much alive.
It is moments like this
when I want a four wheel drive.

I listen, with great aplomb.
Some one said I've written a bomb.
How to react, when you have heard,
the definition of an absurd word?
Respond gracefully, is what you do.
Not with anger, but a thank you.
Thanks for inputting your words, lame,
perhaps I will write a new refrain.

Talent comes and the talent
will soon formant,
if the skill you have
is a compliment.
Come you now, forlorn soul,
you can repent,
if the words your hear,
are heaven sent.
It matters not to me,
for this bent,
as long as you still
pay me your rent.

The words in my head,
keep spinning around,
much like a new blender,
but without any sound.
So why does it happen?
My words aren't renown,
unless you have mistaken me
for an old, foolish clown.

Something odd has come
over me,
for I know not who
I be.
I see I walk on two
feet, mine,
but notice I have a pair of
crooked arms
So what do you suppose
I be,
when it is only a reflection
I see?
A new normal is now on
its way.
A far different kind than we
have today.

What do you say?
Who do you see,
When the World
is not
your cup of tea?

The dog was young,
with a nose,
both wet and runny.
Pet me now,
rub my tummy,
wipe my nose,
all wet and runny.

I was sitting in the corner
of a smoke filled saloon.
A jukebox was playing a new,
Rock 'n Roll, Chuck Beery tune.
Having a beer, with a friend,
was my plan, for the night.
Have a drink and be mellow,
and avoid getting in a fight.
It was then I saw her.
She was sitting at the bar.
Her hair long; pulled up tight.
The laugh, I heard, was, well,
like the sound of a beautiful bell.
She looked my way, only twice.
No eye contact; not to me.
It was my entertainment of the night,
for there wasn't more, to be.