Sometimes what you see is so darn queer

 For instance, olives pointing to the center of a flower.  Could this be dream-logic?  

Without a deadline, how many poems wouldn't be?

What kind of deadline? Both external and self-imposed. Now, do you wish to adjust your answer?



How many meals wouldn’t be served if company weren’t invited? How did the meals different? How many dishes repeated? Marinated olives being the constant.