Quenched
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
The throat
Parched under heat
Flaking in layers
Rough gradient
Sore loser
Chilly fever
Smooth slope
Luscious in bite
Lemonade drip by drip
Soothed
Ice age throttled
doors left open
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I'm proud of my adopted lion "Bucephalus"!
- The buried soul
- Who had battled mighty foes of a sovereign Macedon king
- The regal body
- Living the same heroic attributes that command fear and respect
- Power in authority
- Imposed on the faces of all on earth – he vows
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Friday, September 21, 2007 at 2:46 pm
Ouch. I relate completely. I could do with something right now to soothe my sore throat!
Be better soon.
Friday, September 21, 2007 at 11:39 pm
Oh, I can feel it, CS. Hang in there…
Saturday, September 22, 2007 at 6:31 am
CS, I you’re in the mood for a small challenge, there’s one for you on my blog.
Saturday, September 22, 2007 at 6:32 am
Sorry, I meant “if” not “I”…
Saturday, September 22, 2007 at 9:56 am
And then there is that lump like a trapped peach pit that makes me know I am feeling emotions.
Saturday, September 22, 2007 at 11:57 pm
thanks Vesper and Colleen!
Sunday, September 23, 2007 at 4:23 am
That’s rather good.
Sunday, September 23, 2007 at 11:55 pm
thank you, Bill! it’s encouraging to see you visiting!