Perhaps
like the horoscope says
it is time to Pause
on the edge of the Precipice
and Ponder only
where Predisposition
Pushes us
Put all Platitudes aside
cease Placating
those who will not be Pleased
like the Proverbial Pachyderm
Parked in the room
and
be the Paramedic
Poring over the Patient
resuscitating
Pop art and Poetry
from the Postscript
of
our Penance
‡
Proceed to the entries in Frizztext’s A-Z Challenge: tagged “P”.
ACROSS THE BORED 
I’m a continuous fan
of your great lyrics!
“…Ponder only
where Predisposition
Pushes us
Put all Platitudes aside…”
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Thank you so much – it’s always a Pleasure!
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OH WOWZA! How can you do this when you’re still in recovery from the Bug?!! Huh-mazing!!
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I had an epiphany that seems to have moved things along a bit! Plus the fact that I decided not to get out of my pyjamas today…
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Oooh, epiphanies are good! And jammies, well–ya just can’t beat ’em.
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… So you may as well join ’em!
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This is beautiful. It reminds me of some of Frank LLoyd Wright’s covers for Liberty magazine.
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Thank you so very much – that is a huge compliment that lifts me even higher out of the recent dumps…
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