Pterodactyls flying in the sky,
flapping wings and saying: “Let’s be birds! ”
alter in a manner even I
can’t emulate while changing thoughts to words.
Tactlessly when told to others, dreams
collide and can collude when they are tactile
with those they touch, evolving from what seems
to be what flies, a bird not pterodactyl.
(Inspired by a George Singleton/8/16/01
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