Rough, warm, and fuzzy
Goes though my hands and needles
Making something new.
Sun
The sun rises up into the clear blue sky
Smiling at all it sees.
It whispers a song of warm days to come
As it melts winter's snow from the trees.
Smiling at all it sees.
It whispers a song of warm days to come
As it melts winter's snow from the trees.
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poem
Lazy
I know I should be showering
Or ironing my jeans
But lounging around in my PJs
Is so much more fun to me.
I know that if I studied
For the test I have tomorrow
I'd at least score a B, probably an A
Without having to worry about it at all.
I could straighten my room,
Or paint my nails,
Or read, or wash the dog.
But instead I sit glued to my computer
Typing a poem for my blog.
Or ironing my jeans
But lounging around in my PJs
Is so much more fun to me.
I know that if I studied
For the test I have tomorrow
I'd at least score a B, probably an A
Without having to worry about it at all.
I could straighten my room,
Or paint my nails,
Or read, or wash the dog.
But instead I sit glued to my computer
Typing a poem for my blog.
Labels:
poem
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