Poem -

WHEN THE BULBS BLOW

WHEN THE BULBS BLOW

Some people are like Christmas lights...

They mostly work outside the box for a season...

They hang together attached by a clip...

When the bulbs blow they have to be replaced...

They cost money, plus tax...

They wrap around a tree and look very nice...

They end up in a trash can and get a very nice trip to the dump...

Wait until after Christmas and they go on sale...

Hugs...

sparrowsong

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sparrowsong

Hello Silent Dreamer...

Glad you enjoyed!

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Thank you for your kind comment and support!

Hugs...

sparrowsong

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sparrowsong

Hello Poetess...

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Thank you for your kind comment and support!

Hugs...

Little sparrow

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Larry Ran

Dear Sparrowsong,

You certainly didn't "blow" it with this one.
You lit up our inquisitive minds with your deeply penetrating thoughts.
Keep "plugging" away, dear poetess.

Love,
Larry xxx

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sparrowsong

Hello Larry...

​​​​​​How much of our brain do people use?

20%?

Stepping over toward the 80% of empty space is what?

Too scary or too much work?

We're so dumb to think people are so intelligent...

Heck, Dogs noses are even smarter than ours...

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Thank you for your kind comment and support!

Hugs...

sparrowsong

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Tony Taylor

VERY observant piece of poetic insightfulness!!....... been missing you dear poet sister!!........LOVE & ROCKETS!!........T xo ?✴❀

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sparrowsong

Hello Tony...

Glad you enjoyed!

I've been in and out...

Thank you for your kind comment and support!

Hugs and Smiles!
Love & Rockets!

Feathers

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