Author: June Nash
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Poem about being Alone
Alone Don’t much enjoy being alone, Though privacy have need to own. Prefer others to be around, If end of day they’re outward bound. . So when eerie clamor of night Gave need of help to shoo off fright, Made a visit to local pound, Giving a home to grateful hound. June Nash
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Poem: Smelly Feet
Smelly Feet Smelly feet, runny nose That’s how my story goes Pollution blows through air Wind and sun ruins hair Too tight shoes on hot street Achy feet ’round town path beat Eyes burn, itchy tearing Sinus drip, not clearing Smelly feet, runny nose That’s how my story goes June Nash
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Poem: Mixed Up, a Little Humor
Mixed Up I’m all mixed up On thoughts I sup Digesting words From witty nerds If my feet smell And nose runs, well, How would I flee? My heart holds key June Nash
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Poem about Hustling Time
Time Hustler Flying past, grab a bite Kissing a cheek, in flight Eat to survive, not taste No embrace, such waste Studying hard, takes test Rote memory, at best Hustler of time, can’t win Need slow down, to begin. June Nash
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Poem: Eighteen
Eighteen Of my past life, sat and pondered. Deep into past, my thoughts wandered. As a child, stubborn and rash Moved at eighteen, soon as had cash. – Put lease on flat, then bought a car. Learned on my pay could not go far. Working harder, back to school went. On better job mind soundly bent. – Independence was gained on own. Quest accomplished wisdom…
June Nash 