Bucket
without you all these years
I filled a bucket full of tears
Then made ice cubes
To help drown my sorrows
And face more tomorrows
Then I ‘d begun
T’ lay in the sun
Tasted and wasted and basted
Well done
Or
Rare
I don’t really care
I’m thinking of
Rhyming
With bucket
Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2006
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