picnic greens
There is the sun up, hot like fire
and I can see a roaming grey sire
unwrap the candy, I just lick
by then my mom takes a click
over the greens, I lay and admire
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Poem a Week Challenge
PoetryHello to the Poets Pub Poem-a-Week Challenge. We are challenging all of our members to start their own collection and write a poem each week. Here we will be featuring all of the authors who are participating as well as some of their poems. We wi...
