Mellow
A scent on descent,
No wind to flow
When sent.
Settle down now, and
Find that happy hollow.
For everyday is happy, but mellow.
A flow with grass, yet
Not cheap for lots.
But a helping hand
Will fill an empty shot.
The loathing and dread…
On the campaign trail
1972 has begun.
The sensation that flows like a
Stream…
Create the breeze in that hollow,
For everyday is happy,
But mellow.
Copyright © Adam Hollingsworth | Year Posted 2012
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