This must be the wettest day of the year
inside and out
a flu bug must have scampered our way
there is sniffling all about.
A man is sleeping in his bed
in front of all these faces
he sure must have a lot of nerve
the church of all darn places.
As we go walking by his bed
he looks up and winks an eye
I wink mine back and turn away
that's sure one real strange guy.
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AT MY SOUL'S REQUEST poetry collection
PoetryA collection of poems written by me about life, pain, depression and strength...I hope something moves you!
