To Take Or Not Take Turn
To Take or Not Take Turn
Did truly become traumatic
Result of semantic that is static
That you will often experience
And not making much sense.
While waves watched were wretched (Wow all w's.)
In sand patterns were etcheded
Heard some seagulls screeching
For food from God beseeching.
A tern while walking on soft sand
Took turn for worst and would land
Reason why was not well explained
On surface of sand he remained.
Then they had horrible hurricane
With much wind and pounding rain
Waves continually tried to repeat
Until tern was back on his bruised feet.
Fete was found in wind and balm
In eye of storm was seen a calm
Said to myself somewhat profane
Let the _ _ _ calm forever remain.
Who next wants to take their turn
at the campaign. Also, what page
in history will we have to turn to
when we want to find out what
had happened again and again.
Me, me and me again
Who I am in love with.
So I want call anyone
any names that are
not nice.
Yours Tom Dooley,
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2015
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