Subtle we muddle through all we can't cuddle

poem by: Horace Edmunds
Written on Jun 10, 2019

Dare to fight the bounds which might quickly appear to bind you.
Don't try to lick the lunatic which always stays behind you.
So, just deserves, before she swerves  to quicken
Every lesson, bound for the beach that was
Once out of reach while Salads are all that want dressin.
I vaguely recall having gone to the Mall to find 
Myself quite entertained, that everything proved,
Any way that you moved, it took no more than 
half
Of your brain.


 

Tags: Scary, Wishful, Confused, Riddle,

 

 

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