sweep it under a rug
rivers rising
congregate veiled faces
oceans warming
soften all fears with promises broken
ice caps melting
delay the day of reckoning
temperatures rising
bubbling
boiling
exploding
Smoker’s Lungs
3 months ago
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boiling
exploding"
I really like this section......
These words you have used explains the state of my kitchen when I have cooked dinner.......
my oven exploding...oh ok I admit it- the microwave (LOL) ;D
Seriously though Mark, really good poem, keep them coming :)
you should have been a comedian "the state of my kitchen when I have cooked dinner" 'hilarious'
ReplyDeletei guess no body, mark, i guess no one..
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