Sunday, January 8, 2017

Poetry bits and bobs

It's nice to sleep in and pull up the covers,
whether you're single or long-time lovers.

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Dallas calls,
like New York,
but with an accent I'm more accustomed to.

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The cat
              with the
creeps quietly

and barfs all over the floor.

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One of these days,
Monday won't come 'round here no more,
but for now,
we're sitting at the table,
drinking coffee,
making plans.

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