Over the Hump
Another one bites the proverbial dust
offing them's difference tween boom and bust
well, not really boom, sure not nuff for a trust
but YAY now there's three down just two more to go
foxy cats glad to see me, blue fish says hello
(yeah, yeah it's not true love just hunger, I know)
No one cleaned the bathroom or maid up my bed
while I smiled at jerks and boozers without shaking head
or rolling eyes.. hey, whate'er it takes to make that bread.
Maybe someone's god'll gift me generous on my demise
but dwelling there impedes bright glorious gratitude for I
and thou and we and now and unity... hmmmm... serendipity?
Copyright © Nancy Jones | Year Posted 2011
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