by tungtied2u
as my shrink you couldn't tell people about my condition.
I'm beside myself with disappointment, or is just my
shadow? She reads a little bumpy, but so is our condition.
Dear Tungtied,
Both sides of me liked this, the wholesome wheaty side and the sweetly frosted side. Reminded me of a child's verse:
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I'm a schizo
and so am I.
Mother Goose move over. <grins>
Good work, friend!
Here's a piece from a couple years back
When the crowd known as tt2u
Took notes of their meeting
Results presented here for your edification.
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 34,500 poems.
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but not of myself, someone else. TK U MLJ LV NV