December is poetry month for the GBC.  In this vein, today's blog is dedicated to two verses.  The first comes  you from GBC P@1ge.  She sent this to me yesterday just before I left Nashville causing me to linger a few moments more with my latte to think about it.  The second author? Well, he just seems fitting for a night at the GBC.

Courtesy of GBC P@1ge:

Witch-Wife

  - Edna St. Vicent Millay

She is neither pink nor pale,

    And she never will be all mine;

She learned her hands in a fairy-tale,

    And her mouth on a valentine.

She has more hair than she needs;

    In the sun 'tis a woe to me!

And her voice is a string of coloured beads,

    Or steps leading into the sea.

She loves me all that she can,

    And her ways to my ways resign;

But she was not made for any man,

    And she never will be all mine.

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Stone Airplane
  - Shel Silverstein

I built an airplane out of stone...
    I always did like staying home.