I had to go to the NAVQ site to see it, but I do like the little ditty.
Is it your’s, Pab? It sounds so much like what goes on in my head, only I go straight up and THEN wander around..As my stepmother used to say, “the lights are on but there’s no one at home”.
" To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub;For in that sleep of death what dreams may comeWhen we have shuffled off this mortal coil,Must give us pause…."
BE THIS GUY over 12 years ago
Willie Nelson you ain’t.
Coyoty Premium Member over 12 years ago
I sent my mind a-wandering to find the comic strip,For GoComics let the comics go off on a little trip…
pcolli over 12 years ago
I had to go to the NAVQ site to see it, but I do like the little ditty.
Is it your’s, Pab? It sounds so much like what goes on in my head, only I go straight up and THEN wander around..As my stepmother used to say, “the lights are on but there’s no one at home”.
Jml58 over 12 years ago
When I let my mind wander, it sometimes come back with souvenirs.
Mostly Water Premium Member over 12 years ago
Maybe Vic should change her mind.
Sherlock Watson over 12 years ago
I thought gamboling was against the law.
FENRISULFR over 12 years ago
Like Two Ravens on my shoulderThought and Mem’ry, I don’t lack.Though the World keeps growing older,My Ravens keep coming back.
pcolli over 12 years ago
I have some one else’s dreams. I don’t recognise any of the other people in them.
Linguist over 12 years ago
" To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub;For in that sleep of death what dreams may comeWhen we have shuffled off this mortal coil,Must give us pause…."
— Hamlet , Act III
K M over 12 years ago
His mind is lucky to have survived a trip down Rt 1 through Baltimore. Some real nasty neighborhoods along that route.
prrdh over 12 years ago
If you love something, set it free. If it comes back, its feet probably hurt and it’s looking for a place to soak them until they get itchy again.
Casey Southards over 12 years ago
Love it.
Pab Sungenis creator over 12 years ago
Yes, I did write the poem myself.