Me, Myself, and IA Poem by Allen SmucklerBrrrrr, is all I could say....I'm otta here for warmer weather...
Too damn cold at the Pawley Resort. No reason to distort, gotta be bold (I said to myself).
I needed to be south of here. Cracked open a beer, decided to flee. (I thought to myself).
Left at 12 noon instead of ten. Did not know when, only knew soon (I assured myself).
Deerfield Beach on the left side coast. 10 p.m. at the most not otta reach (I prayed to myself).
Roasting and toasting I lie by the pool. Mom raised no fool, wistful and coasting (I grinned to myself).
© 2011 Allen SmucklerAuthor's Note
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14 Reviews Added on April 20, 2011 Last Updated on July 26, 2011 AuthorAllen SmucklerSarasota, FLAboutI'm a poet, a singer, a peaceful gunslinger.. looking to share my poetry..and a little bit of me...if I dare I 've been writing since I was 18.... am slightly older now, and still trying to fin.. more..Writing
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