Gentility
Ordinary
pasted over common--
a sunday dressing
polished --- scrubbed
scrubbed almost raw and lame
leaning on the undiscovered
lacking success ---
Comfortable barter a
a sneeky give and take.
Delicate understanding
slightly compromised by
by time and happenstance
dressed in"'Oh forgive me." and
and "Hummm,I didn't know..."
Bland excuses for the answers
sugar coated with beet sweet
lying around
seducing the unsuspecting and
and winking at the know it alls.
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Reviewed by D. Vegas (Reader)
Reviewed on December 10, 2015
Being something you are not? Great metaphors, Thomasena!
Robert Burns' first daughter was Elizabeth. Her story and the five descendants Scottish lives are recorded here with the Bard's message today as ever in need. Al Quida listen: Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that. That Sense
This book has been eight years in the making. It is mostly a jumble of thoughts written down in old spiral notebooks and hidden in the bottom drawer underneath various manuals for software packages and hardware long since turned obsolete.
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