Poor Pitiful Me Poem by mark king
Poor Pitiful Me
I’m both good and bad
Even though Momma
Always called me trouble
Dogs howl and growl
But black cats purr
Cause I’m just a stray
I’m the bounce in your step
And the sigh in your breath
When you think of me
And I’m just a tired bird
Flying high
Just to be free-
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
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