Tag: Life
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Poem about a Grand Dog
Grand Dog Pup come for visit. Please tell, how is it? When he came small, cute. One year, massive brute. – Face huge, jowls dripping. Squeaky toy ripping. His face close to mine; So near, oozing slime. – Friends come, are afraid, Then on lap head laid. Sweet, loving grand dog. But couch he does…
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Poem: Well Wisher
Well Wisher Well wisher comes to call. Wishing well know it all. On surface sweet, caring. Yet is sheep-coat wearing. Looking for inside scoop, Or just here to stir poop. June Nash
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Poem: Out and Do
Out and Do – Out and Do. Do, do, do. Kids are mopey, and blue. Must get them out of house In sunshine, let them douse. – Try to keep my kids lean They must turn off machine. TV and PC games Often are things to blame. – Get kids outside for walk, Joining friends,…
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Poem about Could vs Should
Could Do Need to sort what I must do. Things in queue are not a few. Some for fun and those that must. Schedule full, think seams will bust. – Pick up a bit here and there. Write down, make list with care. To make list of have to dos Gives sour mood and…
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Poem: Calls Nightly
Calls Nightly He calls nightly, without fail, ‘Cept sometimes, but what the hell. – I call him, on occasion, Don’t talk long, curt evasion. – My leisure he interrupts When his Call Ringer erupts. – Make time, his call is welcome. When my turn, made feel lonesome. – Like, call from me, not wanted. Wish…
June Nash 