Lonelyness

By Dieter Schneider

“Come Fairies, dance through my prickly garden and dance upon my great gourd-like recumbent head. This grey gravy world sickens me, like tomato juice before the aquatic journey. Hide thee not, but come forth and give me hope for aspic sunsets and sod scented breezes of another day.”

— Bertrand J. Dogfellow

In The Attic

Composed by Dr. G on Friday, Feb. 13, 2009

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Rosemary Renlund says:

Alas! what has become of the daughters Galubrious?!

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