One thousand times he was so smart Yet once left lay a note Whence she found His soul’s impart And responded to its vote She took the goat to sell at mart And of his price did gloat Your love that’s fattened from the start Now share it quote by quote
The Goat
Have you pondered on the Goat?
These words that I wrote.
Is there wisdom of note?
Or just ramblings that I wrote?
One thousand times he shared his heart
A thousand times he wrote
I love you, each and every part
Then fed it to the goat
She knew not of his work of art
Nor what went down the throat
Of the goat he fed ala carte
But never touched wild oat
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Ok I’ll take a stab at the enigma. Is it the Rorschach technique?
I hope God loves you John, you are a real hoot!
Pencils do not make ink blots, nor does God Make robots, I do think He loves me lots, shouldn’t be hard to connect the dots…
praying for ya’ll
witty!!