Path through a poet's mind
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Carefree
Ten penguins
in a row
waddle, waddle
through the snow
going, going
where? I don't know.
Ten penguins
in a line
slide, swim
snow or shine
playing, playing
why? to pass the time.
Oh, how nice it'd be to be a penguin somedays...
~T
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