By B.K.
Date: 2003 Aug 17
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September's Calling and I'm Missing You

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