Not that fingerA Poem by willweb- Oh, pardon me, yes, you
right there, upon the curb you linger I wonder if you wouldn’t
mind to share with me a
finger For this you see, the
strangest place, there is a spot that’s
itching I’ve tried to reach,
with no success, my shoulder blade is
twitching I used a tree, a street
light post, a wall with cedar
thatching A picket fence, a garden
rake, but none were good at
scratching It’s really bad, it
feels as though, one hundred fleas are
dancing A hummingbird, a centipede beneath my shirt
romancing I’ve tried, I swear, I’ve
done my best but now I’m recognizing it will not end, not on
its own and it’s so agonizing So, if you would, please
help me out, into my back start
ripping Hey that’s not nice,
your finger choice, at me you now are
flipping (Geez, some people!) © 2023 willwebAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on May 25, 2023 Last Updated on May 25, 2023 AuthorwillwebTXAboutHi, I am willweb. Maybe you remember me and maybe you don't. I have been writing here on and off for years. I pop in and write and read and comment and make friends and learn new things. I enjoy maki.. more..Writing
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