My hat is old
My teeth are gold
I have a bird I like to hold
My shoe is off
My foot is cold
(c) Dr. Seuss
I had one of those days where words were just running through my mind. Wordless words, jumbled up, but making some sort of sense. Like the words above. I didn't know what was going on. Spinning out of control, not knowing if I'm going forward, if I'm making any progress at all, or if I've stalled. Nothing seems to be going.
The enemies have pitched their tents outside my castle and they're waiting for me to come out.
The enemies have pitched their tents outside my castle and they're waiting for me to come out.
My shoe is off
My foot is cold
I have a bird I like to hold
My hat is old
My teeth are gold
And now my story is all told
(c) Dr. Seuss
Time to get out of under my skin and see what's really out there.
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