Tag: Gigglinggranny
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Poem about: The Curse of Carrying a Purse
Curse of the Purse – On women all, there is a curse, To be compelled to carry purse. For husbands and kids, lug around A huge suit case, we are so bound. Carrying toys, or maybe tools. Are we helpful, or stupid fools? – Though easy for muggers to grab, Fashion without them seems so…
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Poem about Death
Death – Going where others dare not dwell. Wandering through the streets of Hell. My street’s, not paved with angry gangs, Graffiti, thugs, and woeful pangs. My neighborhood, in my minds eye, Surrounded by Death, standing by. – Moving slowly, you see Him come. Do not try, he can’t be out run. Not always strike,…
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Poem about: Rules! Rules! Rules!
. Rules Don’t like being told what to do. Directed, as seen fit by you. You make rules, enforce them on me. I hate these rule of yours you see. – It’s not the rules that I abhor. I adore order, I want more. It is just that the rules, I find Easier to heed…
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Poem: Where Did I Put Them?
Too Busy – Lost my glasses, where’d I put them? Not on my head, that’s the problem! Using old pair, at least can see. Going out, now, where is my key? Had it last night, drove myself home. I’ll use my spare, off I go roam. Back from my trip, want to unwind. Those specs,…
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Poem about hope at the start of the day
. New Beginnings – Morning dawns, new beginning Hope is strong, children singing. Days on go, this numbers 6th, My emotions of a mix. – Deeds to do, I’m running strong In early hours, day seems long. Plod the course, day will follow. Not yet think of tomorrow. – Day is passing, now past noon.…
June Nash 