To: Worldtraveler once upon a time
How about a poem instead of a song?
Come sit with me on the porch
While I go searching with my torch.
Never roaming always seeking
Something behind the bush is creeping.
Crickets chirp and an owl hoots
A star across the night sky shoots.
So many things hidden from sight
It's hard to see without a light.
248 posted on
10/03/2024 2:36:18 PM PDT by
philman_36
(Pride breakfasted with plenty, dined with poverty and supped with infamy. Benjamin Franklin)
To: philman_36
Shall I scorch you with my torch
From my porch down home?
Shall I light you up so bright
If at night you'd roam?
Shall I shine, like Frankenstein,
Out his fine, dank catacomb?
Shall I? So I ask Diogenes,
So chilled, almost Cryo-genes....
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