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D Bronowski Poem
I don’t understand the world, or what it is giving
Should I open my eyes and be there and then living?
I asked my dog and as memory recalls
He kept gently but thoroughly licking his balls
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D Bronowski Poem
The shallow water at our feet
Grains of sand reflecting heat
Sunshine on our skin and in your hair
Your hand on my bald head but you don’t care
Tenderly rubbing sun block and a kiss
On top of my head like a holy bliss
But God I’m happy that you’ve seen
how handsome I was at seventeen
Copyright © D Bronowski | Year Posted 2007
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D Bronowski Poem
Fragrant fumes rose from my loins
On a porcelain platter, I dropped some coins
I wrote this poem while I sat
Do you realize now where I was at?
I was sitting on this same seat
I wonder, can you still feel my heat?
I know of this roll not much is left
I took the rest you could call it theft
Whether you like my poem is not the issue
You will have to use it as a tissue
Copyright © D Bronowski | Year Posted 2007
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