ADDRESSING THE NEW DEPRESSION
March 12, 2011
In a pinch,
We all could find a hall
for a fundraiser.
It all could turn into
a barn burner.
That soiree’ should swing away
’till Saturday.
.
.
In the pink,
A couple of us must couple up,
Go bundled up to a bungalow,
Lay low for a day, Go try poetry,
Begin a big dream,
(White caps, Tree tops)
Then sleep in.
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NN: “begin a big dream”… nice! keep up the fine writing! RT
Very visual. I could feel what you wrote perfectly.
Thank you for stopping by my blog. I enjoyed reading yours, as well.