Sunday, October 25, 2020

Ask Me Tomorrow by Terry Norton

Why are you still gazing upon the page?
I made it clear when to ask for my reply.

What, can you not read?
People are really dense these days.
Hey can you give me a lift to the store?
Figured you had nothing better to do.

Reading is fundamental and I'm just fractured in my logic.
I'd offer you a banana but it appears to have already split.







Terry Norton


Is a poet and distant cousin of someone you probably know.


He spends his time watering the lawn of somewhere he doesn't live anymore.

He has many bad habits.

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