Is It Poetry

Silver Star - 4,468 Points (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

When The Milk Dried Up - Poem by Is It Poetry

No stranger to hard work the farm.
I had a cold bath no let down.
This won't happen to you.
The way warm milk disappears.
Stressful day's like yesterday,
I didn't have a good night.
I tossed and turned a lot.
That's what happened to me.
Across the sky shooting stars.
Reflects the light on your face.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, July 5, 2014



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