Spring Tonic

You are one crazy dude. Now about the poem. You can catch more fillies with sugar....don quixote....she wrote. Enjoyed this romp in the absurd "fall". Boing! Boing! ~A

i'm trying to find a word for this poem... peculiar? it's very good; i like the style and the wording. i can't exactly put my finger on it, which makes it really interesting in my opinion.

I read this that many times to get your meaning, ... but its good write had my head spinning and I laughed :) sooooo your work here is done ... much love and hugz Jayne x x x We did not change as we grew older; we just became more clearly ourselves. Lynn Hall ...

Poor lazy fly. Probably all the truffles he ate, made him too heavy to use his wings, we've all hitched a ride sometime. Ha. Put a smile on my face. Witty little ditty. Lyz

To say that word with a Norwegian twist that I like. This was that, and my whole being danced on each syllable down, down, down and didn't want it to finish so soon. Like the down of the dandelion taking off and meeting the trees and the puddles and all sorts of things as it flies the words, or object you conjured up for its journey giving us different seansations as we fell, flew and rocked through you poem, terrific. Yours Ann of Norway John, or Mantis as Jayne put, although the whole name suits your strange glare. windmills