© Marie Marshall.
this made me chuckle – considering I was once married, twice.
sophisticated enough to admit a third is possible, possible in a morrow, someday . .
Why is it I always imagine poets to be single?
The walls often go up, when there should be none. Poetry killed my relationship…or something..
Now you’ve got me remembering how John Wayne once gate-crashed through the wall on Henry Gibson’s poetry spot on ‘Laugh-In’ with:
The sky is blue
The grass is green
Get off your butt
And join the Marines.
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