My VaticanA Poem by J.R Schlievertenjoythe sweet whiff of moisture. the rainbow ploddingly fads away into an invisible gleam. youngsters playing in the puddles of mud with their mothers shouting at them. this creaking coming from my wooden rocking chair is all the harmony I covet. the butternut tree in my front yard proveds water droplets to trickle down to earth. oh yes all this is my Vatican. heaven at its finest. and I'm the one who gets to look at its immeasurable glory © 2009 J.R SchlievertAuthor's Note
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9 Reviews Added on August 23, 2009 Last Updated on August 26, 2009 AuthorJ.R SchlievertQueen Creak, AZAboutIf a fun loving person! Need help with anything just give me a message and I promise that I will get to you! Im a big guy at 65 (AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! THAT RHYMED!) and I love people! And what ever they .. more..Writing
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