Currere Poem by Alex Aamoth
Currere
Running, running, running after why little stupid dog,
why does she have to be such a hog?
Taking that poor gosling out of her home,
Bringing her out there, all alone.
Slice goes the rocks, against this skin bare,
trying to reach this dog and grab her by the hair.
Closer I come and yet farther she runs,
this is what I get for letting her roam.
Thursday, September 25, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: running
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4/24/2024 7:59:01 AM # 1.0.0.1119
good writing, I like it, thanks.