straight aysA Poem by Scooby
Straight Ays By: Nick Workman Everchanging days Shadowed by different greys. There are so many ways To escape this maze. Staring off in a daze; A very subtle gaze. You’d think I just blazed, But it’s just a phase. Like studying your plays, Hope all this work pays, And this feeling stays. Together we’ll graze The scorching sun’s rays; Hold hands, fly over bays. You clear my haze; Send me in a craze. The pain is yeaterday’s. © 2009 Scooby |
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Added on September 19, 2009 Author
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