Mumbling And Fumbling Poem by DAVID GERARDINO
Mumbling And Fumbling
Rating: ★5.0
MUMBLING,
fumbling,
groggily in line,
your passions leave you sobbing,
and your ecstasy keeps you strong.
TROUBADOUR,
troubadour,
with your two left feet, better pick up your
pieces, and fly to the moon.
MUMBLING,
fumbling,
groggily in line,
the night turns to a smile,
and you, slowly begine to fade.
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5/4/2024 4:43:32 AM # 1.0.0.1119
SOUNDS LIKE A 'ELL OV O' RIDE THERE, DAVID & A 'ELL OF O' WRITE AS WELL...''''''''''''''''FRANK