Open Poetry #38 |
Memorial Day |
Will Rhyme Member
since 2006-05-22
Posts 149 |
On Occasion, I have sit and watched my neighbors lawn... the growing grass, the extra trash, the children they have known. The bark of trees and Beagle fleas... the snoring of that crash. So white the noon on spot of soon... OH wishes never last! On occasion I have heard the cry of words unkept, till broom of tooth swept room of truth into the lonesome past. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I can relate I like this |
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