Tag: Life
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Poetry about the Mondane… Routine… Ordinary…
Mundane… Mundane ..Tasks, duty, routine. Always same ..Get up, Shower, take pills Company came ..Got dressed, clean house, cook food Spark regain ..Guests leave, glow stays, smile June Nash I always feel great when I have company over. Seems to break up the mundane, ordinary, routine of daily living.
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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 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
June Nash 