Mark Heathcote

Silver Star - 3,597 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Before You'Ve Brushed Your Teeth - Poem by Mark Heathcote

I love the morning sun…
That shade before the sun, comes up!
When, you suck your gums, before you've brushed.
I love it, when your mood, is still slightly, moody…
When; the sun is still in a cloud.
When the thunder comes raining down
Because that's when; I wait for the rainbows climb.
Your; love to strike me down.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 21, 2014

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 21, 2014


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