The amounts that we admire and are fond
and not commensurable. I doubt we share
a unit or a measurement between us, but
I sense the scales are full by the overspill
that does occur. Perhaps eureka moments
could provide a clue to hold! Let us each
drop - oh hey, no good. What's in there's
already pure as gold. Err err
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
but aren't they all random?
Tuesday, December 15, 2020
the measures test
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