Apples Poem by Sandra Regan
Apples
Long night with two friends and two dogs.
Laughter, secrets, fantasies, and apples?
Music, cheap wine, tequila.
Snuck a sip of your tequila.
Snuck a sip of your cheap wine.
Green apples, red apples.
Dogs running.
Dogs play fight.
Dog licked my toe.
Fin. Volver. Des'ree, oh no. Stop this music!
Photo from the past, more friends,
long hair, big smiles,
hand on thigh under table.
Nine out of ten is 90%, I think.
Green apples, red apples.
Sheila is with us tonight.
Long night, not really.
Tired.
Good night.
fatasies ..............you must have still been tired/hungover when you were typoing. :) i liked your bio; nice causes and activities. thanks for sharing.
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4/18/2024 9:29:14 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Thanks for the typo alert! And yes, definitely tired as I wrote this poem, and hung over. LOL. :)