A Poem with no name:
Tiny little toenails walk across my lawn.
One falls asleep, but the others just yawn.
I've grown weary of waiting, of listening too.
And decisions and revisions make my indecision's new.
When weird things happen I smile and nod.
And smile and nod and lie down in the sod.
The sod is wet, but I don't care.
I just laugh and let down my flowing hair.
Tomorrow is coming, exciting and new.
Another day I can spend with you.
The sun is going down and I must rest.
So I thank the Lord the beautiful pest.
To be continued...
Written by Bekkah and I.
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