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A poem about my lovely husband, Rick.
It's all I can do
To sit up and gaze upon your beauty
As you lay there
Unaware
Your chest rising
Then falling
Once rugged hair now
glistening and twinkling
As the moonlight catches
And I sigh
You're in so deep now
The streaks of silken hair rise and fall
With every breath
I turn next to your face
Lined with the beauty of age
And wisdom
And stress
And I quietly observe
The flare o...
Monday 6th January 2020 9:31 pm
CHANTING
“Mum, what’s that noise?” asked Johnny Duboise
as he sat on the comfy settee.
“Its your father”, she replied as the dishes she dried,
“say’s he’s trying to set his mind free”.
“By singing a song?” he asked with a grin
as he as he looked for the TV remote.
“He says that he’s chanting” she replied with a smirk,
“sounds to me more like he’s panting!”
“Is he gonna be ...
Thursday 14th May 2015 11:41 pm
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