Freezing at night, thawing during the day, enough to, well , I don't know, don't know, don't know , but the pressure changes were something awful, causing the tears to flow up through my trunk , into my limbs and throat so , , well,,, , I bought a stainless steel spile and brand new drill bits , drilled a two-inch, two, inch, two, inch deep hole into my wooden sternum , and tapped the spile in gently, gently , gently, gently so that the tears would finally come out and relieve me , but , , eventually,,, , the season changed , and no more tears would drip out into the bucket , no more salt for salads and omelets , no more, well,,, , I don't know, don't know , know, don't,,, , , when I pulled the spile gently out , the hole was dry,,, I feel warmer now, but there's still room enough to stick a finger in
When’s your birthday????
We were to pick at least one of the song titles that hit the charts at #1 on our respective birthdays and use it in its exact wording within our poems. We were free to choose more than one title and see where the muse took us! We were also instructed to give credit to the song titles and the artist at the end of our posts.
On the exact date of my birth, the #1 song in the USA was: ‘No More Tears (Enough Is Enough)’ by Barbara Streisand & Donna Summer