Poems of Lighthouse Bob
with you #221
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with you a lifting fog, a drifting bog, a soggy log, a dirty dog ... ... and I wonder if I'll ever amount to much? a morning dew, a glowing hue, a stewing brew, a squeaking shoe ... ... and if it's not me ... it must be you, if I'll ever get ahead. a peaceful hush, a cheeky blush, a crushing slush, a gushing flush ... ... and all of my insecurities and anxieties go rushing down the drain while I walk this morning's walk with you. -Lighthouse Bob Comment On This Poem --- Vote for this poem
with you #221 |
