Walking, Talking and Swimming
Uphill and down dale
We walk, we talk, we both frown...
But why do you look so pale
And as grey as a white whale
One that is all lost at sea
Or is it just me that I see
As rare as rare can ever be
Swimming all alone
Never picking up the phone
I think it's sometimes you and mostly me
Why we are are both caught in the deep
So how profound as great white whales
We can both share the crown
Without ever uttering a sound
DAMO
Copyright © Damian Keady | Year Posted 2019
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