I Write Poem by Harold R Hunt Sr

I Write



I write
I sit all day writing away.
Thing that makes since and some that don't.
A joke I write or one to make you cry.
One to make you proud.
One of a cloud.
One of a cat and a bird.
Trees and maybe a flea.
Writing is a joy to me

Monday, October 20, 2014
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