And To Think I Thought
There were those
born into a house of prose:
wash those dishes.
take out that trash. don’t you sass me. But I was born into a house of poetry: Shiloh, when I was young…
He maketh me to lie down in green…
Baby sister, I was born game… And to think I thought we once were poor. Now I remember different.
take out that trash. don’t you sass me. But I was born into a house of poetry: Shiloh, when I was young…
He maketh me to lie down in green…
Baby sister, I was born game… And to think I thought we once were poor. Now I remember different.
Rich, indeed.
“born into a house of poetry”
stunning
And now you share the wealth that was….
[…] John Blase: And To Think I Thought […]
Well played, Blase.
NAMASTE —
R. Benson
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