On a Clear Day...

On a Clear Day...

A Poem by Michael Stevens
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Pot of gold or...?

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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
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Michael Stevens
Michael Stevens

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I 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..