MARBLES

[JERRY C]

MARBLES



        "here we are in our neat little draw-sack, alone on the patio!  The boy has forgotten where he left us, but at least this way he is not handling us; so sticky!  Cold, separate, sterile – it's the perfect life!  Hey! Stop touching me; stay in your own little sphere, your own space – you cat-eye; I am a crystal!  But, at least you are not an aggie.

[Nevertheless]

[Carey]

The boy has forgotten where he left us,

On occasion I am pretty sure my boy has lost his marbles too. 

[DaveW]

I saw a couple of crackies there but where are the Steelies?

No clearies or puries either.