Routine Poems
My purpose
by Coleen Thorpe
It’s morning again, it’s morning,
Morning to you, dearest sun,
As you peak through my window,
Stretching your arms so desperately,
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Groceries
by Max Kwoa
Eight long rows still left to explore,
My obese cart makes me worry.
"Hey, can you reach these hellebore? "
A little voice asked all merry.
Cute tomatoes adorning charm;
I obeyed her, feeling sorry.
First time I checked-out at her arm,
Off for a place far from dreary.
(from Kwoa's ~naive~ World Trip
......
My purpose
by Coleen Thorpe
It’s morning again, it’s morning,
Morning to you, dearest sun,
As you peak through my window,
Stretching your arms so desperately,
......
Groceries
by Max Kwoa
Eight long rows still left to explore,
My obese cart makes me worry.
"Hey, can you reach these hellebore? "
A little voice asked all merry.
Cute tomatoes adorning charm;
I obeyed her, feeling sorry.
First time I checked-out at her arm,
Off for a place far from dreary.
(from Kwoa's ~naive~ World Trip
......
