I went to read and
nothing was writ
my brother had
no words of wit
I took pen in hand
(so to speak)
and I put my tongue
over into my cheek
I thought it was my turn
to organize lines
to make people think
and open their minds
What will I write
What will I do
Okay, I give up
I'll leave it to you.
by Larry's brother John
1 comment:
see, anyone -- anyone, can write poetry. I would have checked your blog anyway. I always do.
Larry
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