Wet TuesdayA Poem by Leslie Philiberta true storyIt rains as if an ocean has been tipped Out of a bucket into my garden. This is a serious downpour, ask Noah. A wet towel in the face and my goldfish Hide under rocks although they like water. Rosie next door shakes her head and Coughs at the deluge.This is like being Born in a bloody washing machine or Running in wellies through a swimming pool. So before you flush me away, just this; If you want to baptize, wait until it`s dry.
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5 Reviews Added on October 23, 2014 Last Updated on October 23, 2014 AuthorLeslie PhilibertBavaria, GermanyAboutI`m not important. I just want to write a couple of good poems. Just read what I write. That`s enough. more..Writing
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