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Plinkety-Plink, Plink, Plink

An icicle drips, drips its measured drops Plinkety-plink, plink, plink on my window, like rain Each drip, every drop, a paralysis of time Plinkety-plink, plink, plink, plink, plink, plink, plink Will these cursed drops never end ~ Will she never be mine

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Valsa George

Date: 2/27/2023 9:37:00 PM

A lovely jingle .... Enjoyed the magic you have created with sounds ....

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 2/27/2023 7:30:00 PM

Enjoyed the sound effects…you can always break it off…but surely there is more than one…plink…plink…reminds me of our woodpecker woes!

John Lawless

Date: 2/27/2023 3:40:00 AM

Blow your nose the school bus is here.....no wait....that's what they told me......nicely done Gershon .. icy tears shed for a cold heart

Gershon Wolf
Date: 2/27/2023 6:50:00 PM

I've just texted Kamala Harris to ask her what color the school buses used to be... 'Cos as she famously said, "The school bus was a major player in the transportation by bus of school-age children." ~ Weird Salad

R J. Elless

Date: 2/27/2023 3:37:00 AM

Gershon, I like how you tied it all together. Fine poem. Have a Great Day.