Of Praise And Skenollaise

The written word, a whisper barely heard a pat onto the dorsal fins a smile, a triple nod a word of praise, how odd how effortless it wins. Wins supporters and friends as it modifies trends, lifts the spirit for all so you feel ten feet tall. It is surely a matter that the people who flatter will go far in their lives, even keep their own wives. But there is a confounder and you know it of course, like the slow swimming flounder it's a case of the source, any praise is becoming, as it makes us feel warm. Some will find themselves humming others panic and swarm. Yet there's one. When she utters just a few gracious things and so quickly unclutters silly thoughts as she sings. Yes, this lovely Godiva trickles balm to the sore, the great healer saliva, will she trickle some more. If the praise is intended to work miracles though, there is something so splendid as it comes with the flow and it coats wounds and scratches soothes lungs and chafed skin it so easily matches all endorphins within.