Thursday, September 29, 2016

A poem in one long sentence

I'm too busy you say as you walk away , I will be back some other day, but already it is the month of May, so the words you speak hold no sway, and now the thread has begun to fray as I sit here on the dock of the bay thinking I should have gone astray since you would not have noticed anyway, so now I will no longer delay as I fly off like a big bluejay and head into the sun's bright ray with or without you, come what may I will be happy because I'm okay even if the skies turn gray and that is all I have to say !



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