I’m waiting patiently. Why not? Hands stay busy all the while. Cold contrasts with summer’s hot. I’m waiting patiently. Why not? In the end all that we’ve got Is what will make us ever smile. We’re waiting patiently. Why not? Hands stay busy all the while.
Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar where I am hosting with the theme of the triolet poetry form.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 
This is clever, Frank
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Thank you, Robbie!
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“Busy hands and idle minds have knitted many a sweater”
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Thank you, Bjorn!
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This was your form, and I think this is the most successful one yet. I wrote several; only two made it into “print.”
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It is good that they made it into print. Thank you, Xan!
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Truly What’s
The Rush
With Life..:)
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Thank you, Fred!
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Welcome
Frank!..:)
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