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My Truck Is My Home

Sleep is a bride I can never find, not on nights behind this steering wheel Night spiders and aphids are on my mind and watching them explore my windshield feels almost surreal The lights of the lot illuminate this new playground a concrete field dotted with strays The lively twilight nature makes is sound as hungry dogs come out to play

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Poet Destroyer A

Date: 7/16/2016 12:28:00 AM

Jeremiaj Morgan, Welcome to Poetry soup, I hope you enjoy the community. Here, you will find friendly poets who enjoy supporting one another. I myself, enjoy reading and commenting those who want to be read. The only time I give constructive criticism is when a poet desires it. However, if for some reason the poem is not my field I will guide you to someone who is more qualified than I. Stop by and read one of my poems if you like. My poems are not perfect, but I have a feeling you might like one. I encourage you to check out the contest page and read to receive comments. Tell me a little about your poetic skills if you like. It will be my pleasure to follow and read every poem you post from here on :) We are Lucky To Have you. Your New Poet Friend @-> LINDA <-@

Skat A

Date: 7/13/2016 10:36:00 PM

Jeremiaj, Welcome to poetry soup, after reading this I feel as if you are an Accomplished writer. Glad to see you enjoying it so much here. Flourishing among this community is easier than you think. Keep up the good work. *SKAT*

Cheryl Hoffman

Date: 7/13/2016 7:50:00 PM

Nice poem Jeremiaj, I would have trouble sleeping in my vehicle too if I noticed spiders creepy crawling around on my windshield!:)