i’ve been thinking of buying a clock
for some background noise
does anyone even sell
regular clocks anymore?
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Want to read more? You can. My poem dripping faucet talks to me is available to read at the Tupelo 30/30 project page.
The prompt I received for this was from my good pal Rose. Check out (one of) her sites at POET RUMMAGER. She’s also a pretty snazzy artist.
I’ve still got sponsorship slots to fill here!
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Words and Feathers 
Your ghosts in all their forms (“liquid wraith” is triumphant!) are full of personality galore! 👻
I do have a thing for spooky.
But how can you ignore the attic joists?
I actually can’t. I jump whenever they pop.
Me, too.
YES, the bone dry sink and the mischievous liquid wraith. How fabulous! I loved it all, Charles. The child in me thanks you. ❤
I’m so glad. Thanks again for sponsoring me. ❤️🌹
My pleasure. It was a delight to read your words. xo
I have a grandfather clock I stop when we travel. Otherwise we get texts from our house/pet sitter, like, “Your clock is talking, again.”
😂
How is the left coast crow
I hope it’s not to hot
I remember it being either to rainy
Or too,hope all is well
As Sheldon Always
August is a nasty month, my friend. Hot and humid with no relief in sight. I can’t wait for autumn.