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By B.K. Date: 2003 Aug 17 Comment on this Work [[2003.08.17.19.42.23757]] |
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Speed boats sawing deep lake water Cicadas with seven year itch Winding up to a deafening roar Tree frogs croak hearts callings While Corgis walk and growling As these sultry days of summer Mosey on toward September's door Rain clouds canopy hover While the moon peeks under cover And stars whisper to themselves It is not our stage tonight dears My lips crack and quiver My Love I miss you so much I could cry you a river But promised I would be tough (Like you my Darlin dear) So I'll just sashay home Write you this poem Prop my feet up and have a tear bk |