Fiona Robyn thinks we need to revive the word croodle and
invites people to use it in a sentence. I agree, and here's my go:
On days of cold and rain
sometimes we stay in bed
and the cats come too,
croodling close. We all purr.
I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')
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This post seems kind of croodling.
ReplyDeleteHmmm. Definition 2 or 3?
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