Those Damn Legs
I'd watch her every night
In the bathtub
Blessing that water
With those beautiful legs
She always left that door
Wide open
And I thought
She was beautiful
That's the funny thing
About doors
They can swing
Both ways
And that door
Which let me see
Those beautiful legs
Closed
And they were
Gone
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No Lifeguard on Duty
PoetryThis is a collection of my life, my thoughts, and my perception of everything around me. I won't claim that my documentation of how I think or perceive things around me is accurate. It is however the most accurate form of how I can express who I am...
