A Rosy Meander
I walk through the fields of butterflies and start to feel ROSY,
I think of all the s p l e n d o r in my life and I begin to MOSEY-
As I see the little girl pick medallions I start to get NOSY,
so I m e a n d e r towards her and hand her a colorful POSY.
For M-Monorhyme Contest
Sponsor, Broken Wings
April 12, 2017
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2017
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