TPA Poem by James PaulinTP Essential tissue to which
we cling Paupers, scholars, queen
and king Accessory to digestive
cycling Prime item as shopping
lists appear Fear of no t p to
clear our rear Selecting this item is not
a simple deed Softness, size, texture
and price to heed Plethora of choices confuse the need One thing in common, this
sorrowful sound Sad moans of dismay if no
new roll found Vulnerable indeed with
dire urgency to go Out on a hike or skiing
cross country in snow Fallen leaves are useful, though
tasked so low Public restrooms can be
the nightmare worst Upon entering, check for t p first
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Added on January 19, 2010Last Updated on January 19, 2010 AuthorJames PaulinMIAboutAfter 38 years of working as an automotive design sculptor, I retired and have been doing a bit of fishing and writing poems. I've gotten better at both and had some recognition. Most of my poems are .. more..Writing
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