It's Quadrille Monday again at the dVerse Poets Pub; time to create a 44-word poem. This week, we're asked to create a poem using the word "Slumber" or some incorporation thereof. Thanks to Punam for hosting and getting us started. ---------[|… Read on blog or Reader Scrambled, Not Fried Read on blog or Reader One Way Out Ron. March 4 It's Quadrille Monday again at the dVerse Poets Pub; time to create a 44-word poem. This week, we're asked to create a poem using the word "Slumber" or some incorporation thereof. Thanks to Punam for hosting and getting us started. ---------[||]--------- One Way Out He stood there before us and blah blah blah blah blahed for hours. If we could have gotten him to stop or given ourselves permission to leave, we'd have done so. But we couldn't. Instead, we just escaped the blather: we dozed, slumbered, slept. ---------------[|||]--------------- dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille Monday #196 ~ Slumber ~ ---------[||]--------- Comment Like You can also reply to this email to leave a comment.

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