Roger McGough

(November 9 - 1937 / Liverpool / England)

The Time I Like Best


The time I like best is 6am
when the snow is 6 inches deep
which I'm yet to discover
'cause I'm under the covers
fast, fast asleep.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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  • Palas Kumar Ray (12/21/2008 12:51:00 PM)

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    This is your poem which I like the best.This is so warm & comfortable.
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  • Susan Luka (9/17/2007 7:31:00 PM)

    this is brilliant! So little words but such a great feeling! (and also the time I lke best) (Report) Reply

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