Tag: grannyslittleprojects
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Poem: Weigh In
Weigh In Need to diet, try to fit in To society that promotes thin. Once could tickle throat with feather, Take pills, enemas, what ever. Now they say it’s a disorder, Not a fad, where is the border? – Skinny is still the style of choice. Fat people, to be thin, rejoice. Lift weights, do…
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Poem about Jumping From Rut
Jump Paths Seven seems to be the number Years ‘til routine’s torn asunder. Rips, tears, they can be seen before, Coping, but will not take much more. – People, some, they call it an itch, That which makes our ticker to twitch. I say it is time passing by Years that make us look up…
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Poem: Autumn Years
Autumn Years My back, it aches, not a bit. A lot! Drives me into fit. Get up, stretch, it does not help. Now and then, let out a yelp. – Bad fate, crippled in my prime. Though Motrin, works most the time. October trees, whose leaves fall In spring will get back them all. –…
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Poem about Being Alone
Alone Always alone, but not really. Feels so, but I’m being silly. Surrounded always, by close friends, And family. But me, who tends? – I am the rock, always steady To give a hand, always ready. Never cause worry in others Listen to their problems, druthers. – They say I’m strong, never worry That I’ll…
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Poem; The Drip Drip of A Leaky Roof
Leaky Roof Drip, Drip, water drops on my bed. Drip, Drip, exploding in my head. Roof sprung leak, sometime in the night. Can’t rest, supposed damage gives fright. – Need fix, or will only get worse. Hope repairs will not lighten purse. Friend I told gave me a number, Told me call, man is a…
June Nash 