Open Poetry #48 |
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Doodle's |
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Zinsser Senior Member
since 2001-02-27
Posts 1641Calif. |
No shot glass for Me to relieve Thoughts that spin Through my head Or help me sleep When time for bed No liquid burn Down my throat Eyes closed Pleasure in the pain No cough or choke Just waiting Not to feel Light a few Candles Make sure Water’s Real hot Pour in the Vanilla and Peach I can hear Bubbles pop Sinking down into My spot I’m left alone With my thoughts Hoping beautiful smells And flickering flame Will wash the day Right down the drain For tomorrow it Will all be the same © Copyright 2002 Connie McDonald - All Rights Reserved |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Yes. Life can become tedious, can't it? The vanilla and peach emitting from your bubble bath certainly smells nice . . . ~*~ I want to hear a Jim Croce song, but it will cut too deep, be too real. ~*~ |
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Zinsser Senior Member
since 2001-02-27
Posts 1641Calif. |
Thank You!! Thank You |
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