Friday, August 25, 2017

poem of the day August 25


Lots of land
in the tidal sea
say the seals
who swim by me
I am worried about
the Great Whites
that have me
full of fearful fright
I ask them all
"Hey, but what 
about the sharks"
"Don't worry" they said
"The White ones moved to Central Park"

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