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My Poems from August 2003
The Puddle of Life
I say Life is a muddle,
Just a big old mud puddle.
You step in at ease,
Then you sink to your knees.
Then the mud at the bottom
Will holler, "I got him!"
Though get out, you do,
It will hang on like glue.
But the Sun in the sky
Will 'fore long make it dry.
And so fall off it must,
As it turns into dust.
moral: Don't be getting muddy when the sun is
going down.
August 31, 2003
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