Another Small Poem
I not only play
Crosswords in pen, but also
Write them in red ink.
Posted by Heidi Parton on Sep 27, 2011 in Literature and Writing | 6 comments
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Love the combo of the visual with the poem. Very nice.
Thanks, Hunter!
Nice! Is this a haiku? 😀
Thanks! And yes, it is. 🙂
My mother’s rule – our crosswords have to be worked in blue ink, lest they be wrong.
Have you ever noticed this link on my blog, the magician and the crossword? You may enjoy it.
Haha Yeah, I made a few mistakes, as you can see in the photo. 😛 C’est la vie, right? I hadn’t noticed the link before, but I’m looking at it now — very cool. Thanks!