I can't think of a poem that captures me (see yesterday's post)
All I can think of - having read this year's blog posts - is that I am some kind of hybrid literary character .... a melancholic version of Fortherington-Thomas (from How to be Topp singing "Hullo birds, hullo sky" )
meets
Francie from A Tree grows in Brooklyn
meets
???
Any suggestions?
Here is yesterday's dawn. Enjoy.
I think the closest I can find, for any of us, is this one:
ReplyDeleteToday you are you,
That is truer than true.
There is no one alive
Who is you're than you.
Thank you, Dr Seuss.
Darn predictive text...that should have read youer not you're. Ruined the moment.. Ah well!
ReplyDeleteIt didn't ruin it at all.
ReplyDeleteThank you!
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