can you see the little man in the middle
with the trapezoid head?
he wrote a poem:
‘I’m a little confused. My head is wonky
like a shopping cart with wobbly wheels.
I wave my arms all about
& my feet have runaway heels
If people play hopscotch on these lines
they’re going to have a crazy time.’
John Malone 
ooh, yes! perfect poem for this find. you have a great eye, john
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thanks Beth; there’s a word for that: pareidolia:: the ability to perceive a familiar pattern where none exists
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ah –
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I remember back when my son was young, and I was suffering with (undiagnosed) post natal depression, and I wasn’t able to see anything in the clouds anymore. No more dragons or witches, or anything like that. It was a terrible time, of little creativity, just sadness. It was a wonderful moment when I looked up into the sky one day, and saw a puppy chasing a ball.
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You mean box head . I had a mate we called box head .he was German.
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ahhh yes. I couldn’t think of the more familiar term
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Such fun, John!
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it actually started out as a sombre, morbid poem; hard to believe, isn;t it ?
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You are a master of whimsy 😊
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I once ran a blog called ‘The Wallah of Whimsy’ 🙂 some of its contents appear as early posts on this blog 🙂
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