Philip Bond Poems

My feet smell
by the looks of them, also swell...

‘Tween my toes be blisters breaking into sores
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The cradle of humanity
from her womb
grows the hereditary
human canopy,
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Friendship so sincere
bliss erupts
when near,
hearing your thoughts
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'The more i See you
the more I want you”,
There is the connection
laced with affection,
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Through does the zephyr waft
gentle does it becalm
as a song ever so soft
reminiscent of a pious psalm...
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