Postprandial Pals

May 3

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POSTPRANDIAL PALS

When the curtain falls
Those acting opponents
Clean off all the pancake
And repair to the pub

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on May 3, 2018, in Four By Six, Poetry and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Betty Hayes Albright | May 5, 2018 at 2:36 am

    And all the futile conflicts will have been for naught….

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