Make merry night, ye gentlemen,
for demons spawn in night's soft den,
and wise the foolish man who's lies
keep secrets of his own demise.
for walks the imp upon this land
to quench blood thirst by its own hand.
--Monty Wheeler
Pretty neat, Monty.
ReplyDeletehey, Terry, as always, my friend, ty's for taking time to read'n remark :)
DeleteNice one Monty. You amaze me with words. Seems you can pull them out of a hat.
ReplyDeleteaww, Susie, ty's, lady. and if a hat is where it's at, I think at times, I must have sat on it for words taste flat :)
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