In Europe, all the feathered friends
get ready when the summer ends
to fly themselves to Italy,
away from winter misery.
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This one took me down, up, then back down again, Herbs! It's partner piece to your donkey number of yesterday in the sense of unexpected twists of fate. As for your message here, young Mr Pertillar has sung it all already. Love, Gina.
Herbert, I snese several images of thought here. One must not take for granted one's place nor one's salvation and from where that aid may come. Some criticism may lead one to realize one's place in life. AND if one wants to be accepted in places adventured into...it is best to go along with what is being done. L
Herbert, what delightful cautionary tale. Very witty! I especially loved the warm poo! Love, Alison