Make Light, the Sun
Make Light, the Sun
The one thing fine
I shall miss the most
Apples and pears
That Simpleton Praxilla
He was right, you know
And the barefoot vagabond
He knew, too
(always claimed he didn't)
You may add to that
The brilliant stars
All faces of the moon
And, yes
Cucumbers
In their season, too
posted by jotadavida at 11:45 AM
2 Comments:
I liked the poem Wild Blue Free. And that's a helluva website you got. Have to read further. - Stokely
Thank you for reading, Stokely.
See you on litkicks.
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