Polo Poem by Andrew Horsey
Polo
Me and You
Not you and I
Wheels turn me on
Fine wines, fine times
Liken me, not to you
Reality notices
Can you find me
Do you love me
You are my Dad
I can't find you
Before we notice
I am sorry
Roundhill reminds us
in all our glory
Yet notice is horror
My life wonders on
Take me too the dump
It is open sometimes
Finally time rules
IQ is confusing
Life is mine
Ralph understands.
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