Together the elders and the young,
to splash around or take the plunge.
Farm on Tyne; to the clucking hen?
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It does have a rhythm and a flair. Thanks for the comment. Adeline
Dad and mom, lost in their own. Wondering where the cuckoos flown. as we grow old, do things to upset...hurt..careless on our way...to where? our deeds returned one day...lost n abondoned in a viscious cycle...wondering what went wrong? what i lacked? unanswered n puzzled....thanks sharing.
A poignant picture drawn with images for taste buds, pungent and aromatic! lines with underlying meanings: 'Rake up coals till the embers glow.'/ The lounging ones need that bait.'