That's right ... just found my book of old poems that I wrote. I'm growing some balls and gonna post them for everyone to see even though I've not shared them in nearly 6 years. I'm so old. And I'm not a fan of sharing these, so much. But I've been told by several people that they'd like to see it. So, I'm gonna share with them and you:
Too Much
Too much
whining
dining
days in bed.
Hands
Tongues
You in my head.
Too much
reading
bleeding
This round's on me,
Cue ball, roll call
Let's wait and see
Too much
odds, our ins
our words, my life.
Folding
Scolding
Do hand me that knife.
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