Poem -

Do tell ...

Do tell ...

Where does the ocean go when it's tired? Washed up and shore, does it rest between cycles? A load of whites and colors, sheets and rugs,... Where will the delicates fall in? Soak up the need to know and to be known. Mr. Fix it has parts and labor rates that are pocket friendly and sea foam is all the green we'll need to keep laundry at bay. Say,... The ocean gave her secrets to the sky,... Mum's the word and Daddy winked his eye. Water ain't wet but it's for damn sure wild. Smile. The O she's in can last a while. But... Where's she go... When she gets tide?

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Baker Street

'It puzzles me where puzzles came from.' Nice poem Kei Kei!

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