What is it?A Poem by Donald MeikleComfort
What is it about these threadbare shorts
bending and feeling the threat of further rips To match the others that sport feathered edges in defiance The empty pockets with waiting holes The way they almost fit and yet Was it last year or ten they needed patching? They 're fit to knock about in with that holy tie die The Dead's 95 Summer tour What is it with these go aheads with foot prints in the soles. Why does every thing old fit so well? © 2008 Donald Meikle |
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Added on August 13, 2008 AuthorDonald MeikleHalifax, MAAboutLiverpool born,USNavy vet. Enjoying first marriage. three daughters, (two bathrooms) one until they left. (a tree that loves me) Poet thru geneology) Scot Irish. Living in New England more.. |

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