Pedaling fast down Pandora, on my ride, the bike Cloud,
a heavenly shower of
seagull shite rained.
Escaped a christening
save for a small amount
of back splash on my trousers.
Not messed;
still blessed.
.. . . In which a pig piñata project becomes a metaphor for life. If pigs could fly, it would be like a pigger pointing at the moon. This is not a place to collect sign posts. The pig as us!
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