On a Clear Day...A Poem by Michael StevensPot of gold or...?
Clear day, cloudy day, hurricane blowing
tree branches into
Your face so you have to duck and
cover day; doesn't matter,
I still can't see s**t!
There's my pot of gold at the end
of this rainbow, At the other waits end badness, I don't even want to go there! © 2015 Michael Stevens |
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Added on February 24, 2015 Last Updated on February 24, 2015 AuthorMichael StevensAboutI write for fun; I write comedy pieces and some dramatic stuff. I have no formal writing education, and I have a fear of being told I suck, and maybe I should give up on writing, and get a job makin.. more.. |

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