Poem -
a moon arse up.
it doesn't work
you tend to see this eventually
way I tried to tell the rain to stop
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way Indians dance
to make it come
way we paint a smileĀ
like a moon arse up
Way it never means
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That we're having fun
Way we pray to Gods
When the Sundays come
way it never meansĀ
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they get any done
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at all.
M
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Hello M...
If 2 people were in your presence...
One had a heart for you...
The other is there because they have to be...
Which one would you have more fun with?
Great write!
Thank you for sharing...
sparrowsong Ice Queen
Always love your insights S... thankyou x
Thanks so much S x
Life!Ā Eh?Ā I cannot say much more about this poem because it feels like a poem which just says what it is, how it is. If you know what I mean xx
I do lol... appreciated my friend x
Nothing and no one can change what is. A beautiful title and a very raw open wounded piece in which I can understand completely, in true Marion style š¹Ā
Thankyou Shirley ...always appreciated my friend x
I hate sabiths. They are the rest day for believersĀ
Lol... not in this 24/7Ā world R... it's work work work on the sabath ...or plain old Sunday as it is now. Thankyou my friend x
Say it like it is why don'tcha .. then run for cover until the flack passes over x
Lol... I know no other way to say it... I bypassed grace and charm school š
and what little was in my original DNA god destroyed nearly 5 years ago lol. Thanks so much Nev xx