The tip of my tongue rests just behind my upper front teeth docked against my mouth’s roof, where the letter N resides. Alert and aloof, it bides its time. No, not and now come from here.
reminds me of the 'how old am I riddle'? as old as my tongue and a little bit older than my teeth. Nice. the hard palette generally goes unsung in poetry and prose
great. so much, in so few lines!
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ReplyDeletennnnice!
ReplyDelete'nuff said!
ReplyDeletereminds me of the 'how old am I riddle'? as old as my tongue and a little bit older than my teeth. Nice. the hard palette generally goes unsung in poetry and prose
ReplyDeleteI've never heard of it, Michele. Cool! Thanks for that.:)
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