Poetry. By me. Many of the poems are dark in nature, but not all. Enjoy.
Thursday, March 6, 2014
Celebrate
Save this,
Every scrap of
Edible, each penny stash
And keep it tightly bound and
Watch to keep it safe.
But wait,
Give nothing? Wait
For what, a rainy day?
Alone and cold and
Fed in stringbean.
Where is joy in
Safe?
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