Thy 2100 Calendar: What’s on it, Tom?
Woulds’t thou with me on velvet brushes fly to paint the sky between a crimson red? I’d need thy guiding wing to even try! Such thoughts have never visited my head.
I’ve had my share of convoluted dreams, but oriented I have never been. Perhaps with thee, I’d compass Earth’s extremes to learn more of the happenings of men?
To venture forth, I know thou’dst have to wait a few more years until I could retire. By then, I fear, thine energy’d abate!
But never fear! My yen thou'dst never sate; I’ll scrape enough together for a fire to keep thee warm till we can set the date.
As someone once said. "I'll be back"
Tom .
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