Uncle Bob's Words

Words, poetry, stuff like that

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So, you spend an hour or so wondering if a certain seme

With a hook for a hand was fascinated by a certain uke Peter.

Weird, no?  Well, Barrie’s marriage didn’t go very well, did it?

And you figure if something like that is a back story, then

Go a little deeper, so to speak, and discover a matrix

Lying on a substrate of, what?  What is a substrate

For a matrix?  Quanta with a plot?  Dark drama?

And just where does dear Wendolyn fit in?  As a beard?

There you go down another rabbit hole as a gravity well

Written by a man who liked to take pix of poppets.

What fun.  What fun that we can do this.  Wow.

Trouble is, change the characters, rename the names,

Make the sword that pierces Peter a metaphor meant

To show that Right can prevail and keep the world

From some young-appearing person who just would

Never grow old, not any more, not any more.

That’s something entirely different.

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