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And So I Sent Tap-Dancing Weasels Off Into the Sunset


For some reason I often feel blue letting go . . .

Letting go of people who are lightweight, well-meaning dunder heads.

You would think that as a weasel dances off into the sunset, I could say,

"WELL! There goes another Tap-Dancing, Emotionally-Restrictive, Inflexible,
Angry & Uncommunicative Weasel, Riding a Unicycle Off Into the Sunset,"

. . . But no! I always get a bit sappy, and think, "Oh, gosh, there goes another weasel
who wasted a lot of my time, how I shall miss him (or her)."

I'm so blue.

I sniff.

I spend a moment or two in silent reflection.

You know - I should probably simply wave a handkerchief good-bye,

"Farewell, tap-dancing weasel . . .
Farewell! . . .

May you find the core, emotionally-connected truths on your journey!"

I've got to get back to the cows now.


(Copyright 2004 by Darius Gottlieb. No reproduction without express permission from the author)

You're invited to visit Darius' website for more of his photographs and his music at Art Bliss


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