It melted the tarmac, and buckled the rails, it dried up the pond, but the well never fails, it bleached out the lawn, left the farmers forlorn until a breath of a breeze
Overheard in a Post Office queue – “We’re off to Majorca, what about you?” … I’m hugging inside a thrill of my own – excitement which these may never have known
The meaning of life – before any strife was ever on record, ill-word ever heard: life’s Origin, Source knew its purpose, of course, for he had created, concocted for perfect contentment,
re Cicada wings On the surface of the wings an hexagonal array of blunted spikes, nanoscopic pillars – don’t look potential killers; … a safe, non-chemical disinfectant!
