What was the question?

What was the question?

A Poem by andrew mitchell

He who riddles,
may become
misunderstood,

when the wavelengths
towards one become
distorted in view.

Blinded by the obvious, 
thank goodness
common sense rules.

.

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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except with our presidents...he has told so many riddles that he forgot his own punchlines.

j.

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

hahaha yes how true J lol
yes indeed! something i have need of reminding myself all the time ..too obscure, too obtuse ...is just that ...and what good if no one understands ... i take your closing in a political way ...bunch of idiots without any ...common sense ...squabble, squabble,squabble ....idiots! >;[
E.

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

exactly Einstein thank you my friend on stopping by.

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