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I've laid my bait, (now dangling)

Dangling in the site

Waiting for some drifters

Who might pass by and bite


Some might bite, say tasty

Some might hesitate

Some unsure of what's inside

Hiding, what's my fate ?


(Thalia: He's harmless. All show....)


Yes Thalia, my Muse of Mirth

A show with fun and games

There's too much doom and gloom on site

Don't know from where it came?


(Thalia: He's got a point there....)


My show at times is subtle

At times it hits in face

Always a hidden message

Take bait, message embrace


(Thalia: He perplexes even me at times....)


So what am I here after ?

10,000 miles away

Intellectual interaction

Like Minds, with whom to play


Don Matthews October 2019


◄ Poetic Cud

Floating On A Raft ►


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