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Slow
The lights are on but its not too dark.
I’m happy here like a little lark,
Listening to the big old bumbles.
The ice is gone, no slip and slide stumbles.
Spring is coming. Winter is dead
And all that’s left are the things to dread
And celebrate, maybe find a mate.
Populate your planet with a little ‘God Dammit!’
A Son of a Gun, maybe a screaming banshee.
Plenty here to entertain me,
But I still need more, when watching Superstore,
For the umpteenth time and I guess I’m alright.
But tomorrow, who knows?
It could all just blow,
So today I think I’m gonna take it nice and slow...
(C)2023 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
The lights are on but its not too dark.
I’m happy here like a little lark,
Listening to the big old bumbles.
The ice is gone, no slip and slide stumbles.
Spring is coming. Winter is dead
And all that’s left are the things to dread
And celebrate, maybe find a mate.
Populate your planet with a little ‘God Dammit!’
A Son of a Gun, maybe a screaming banshee.
Plenty here to entertain me,
But I still need more, when watching Superstore,
For the umpteenth time and I guess I’m alright.
But tomorrow, who knows?
It could all just blow,
So today I think I’m gonna take it nice and slow...
(C)2023 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Published 16th Sep 2024
Author's Note
These poems are unfinished. I just uploaded them to inspire me to read them and get them finished.
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