Only What I Mean

You give

Me the stars

On occasion,

You give me

The plants,

They grow and wilt,

You bring sunshine days

And cloud puff dreams,

Oh heck yes,

For absolutely sure,

You bring everything

To the oaken top table

I need,


And could ever


So thanks.

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Poetry about Strange Cars or maybe a fictional novel journal about a Dioramist protagonist who struggles with a passion for writing and a former love? Be sure to check out my published wares on Amazon if you’re interested.

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