Quatrain of Hot Air
Hot air - your thoughts
Observe! I am not sure how
long I can take this
pain in my
head,
Jeepers! It comes from all
the nasty words you
have pitifully
said,
Riposte! I thought you were
talking past me, blowing
smoke in my
hair,
Rectitude! I questioned your
world views, my mind was
burned with hot
air.
Yorktown Disciple
2003
Order # 1764
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