Where the Time Goes Creative writing, daylight savings, Poetry, Rhymes and Reasons, Wild Like the Flowers, Word Play Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to print (Opens in new window) Print More Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading...
As do I when I stop by Said the buzzed bar fly Must be all the hops That make me skip all the stops When I leave But where I land is with the cops LikeLike
Wild Like the Flowers 
As do I
when I stop by
Said the buzzed bar fly
Must be all the hops
That make me skip all the stops
When I leave
But where I land
is with the cops
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Stay awhile,
Sober up.
Before you fly,
The coop is rough.
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😊 Timely
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Happens every time
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That’s cool, poem and drawing!
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Thank you Peter! Much appreciated
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Beautilly simplistic….. love it https://ruparaoruminates.wordpress.com/
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Thank you
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