Poetry, the imagination, and the creative life.
And he shall be the one to throw the first . . . dornick? People who live in glass houses shouldn't throw dornicks.Like a rolling dornick . . .Leave no dornick unturned. (I never realized how many dornicks there were in our idiomatic-rich culture)Okay, I accept the challenge!
the lake leavens your featuresyou are as smooth as stonesmall decay set in the space between your lipsi must not place my mouth on your mouth,invite the slow rattling tongue.a tunnel of rocks births your formi see you on the horizon of watera durnick falls from my fingersi will not mark your body.hi! i'm new to the blogsphere.i like a challenge! i don't think this works though. durnick sticks out like a stranger in this poem.maggie
Dude.....I got soooooo dornicked last night......
MS: Nice.MME: Welcome!T: HAHAHAHA!!
The Rolling Dornicks Live--and Keith Richards...(He's self-taxidermy at its finest).
Pamela: Hehehehe!How about "Kiss the Blarney Dornick." Or "Kill two birds with one dornick." "Sticks and dornick may break my bones . . ." and "You can't get blood from a dornick."
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