I know what you mean!

Ha, I looked elsewhere!

She could not face herself alone, but the mirror was never anywhere, she must face the mirror, or nobody will face her, or be close to her face, sadly melting in the heat.

Live and learn.

Poet Warriors do good for Ukraine and with that Nato. Warrior family, yep. (Hyman-Cohen-Kaplin-Guttman)

The time was right for lunar madness, reaching far past the galaxy, ripping space time, she arrived with points to point at that glowed as they moaned....

I find your lack of cheese disturbing.

The cats want their chow.

I live on my feet, mostly climbing trees, handing my poems to the sun, burns them good, and I am not so alone, rooted to hills of dafodills, where ducks often go to derail things.