tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27668454.post7307733047351850910..comments2023-08-04T02:30:35.020-07:00Comments on Plodding Taurus [ My Poetry]: Saint Francis Preaches to the RatsJoyce Ellen Davishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13494251587598676788noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27668454.post-86025447517958594872015-02-01T12:18:45.602-08:002015-02-01T12:18:45.602-08:00Exquisite. Which when applied to rats, is really n...Exquisite. Which when applied to rats, is really not something I'd normally say. You've nailed it my friend. Kay Cookehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01791873464409271216noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27668454.post-3398482297672986702012-01-18T07:35:37.168-08:002012-01-18T07:35:37.168-08:00Those last two lines are perfect!Those last two lines are perfect!slickdpdxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16405664821927732795noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27668454.post-24804275522516375142012-01-17T17:16:59.495-08:002012-01-17T17:16:59.495-08:00"He asks nothing for his sermon. In return
th..."He asks nothing for his sermon. In return<br />they give him nothing.<br />On occasion they look back upon<br /><br />their vulnerable selves<br />with no clue what is going on but<br />a wish: escape and a quick lunch<br />of malt from the miller's bags."<br /><br />Perfect lines, Joyce. I'm in love with them.Rethabilehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03523368313680103826noreply@blogger.com