Swim
I found this man, swimming in my soup,
stepping on rakes, and playing for loot.
Every now and then, he will pop right up,
reading my poems, until he has had enough.
So swim all you want, cause I like it too,
your friend in Alabama, thanks you.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2007
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