Bailey Logan Poems

My dog died last tuesday-
the flowers grew over his grave
My heart broke yet again-
but somehow I'm still breathing
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The road was slick.
The black ink on the road
left a crooked question mark
sprinkled with rocks.
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Absolute Bologna!
Completely Discombobulated!
Eccentric fiddlesticks!
Gibberish!
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From here to there we travel
completely trusting
of your skill behind the wheel
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Have you heard? Have you Heard?
Of the story at hand?
It’s amazing, it’s absurd!
Newspapers are flying off their stand!
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“Welcome, Welcome one and all!
To sunny 'ole Florida on this lovely day.
What comes next will make you faint and fall.
but there’s not a price that you must pay.”
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There's a land out there
I know it exists,
Oh it must
somewhere
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Do you hear it?
The call of the wild
I can hear it call
to me
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I can't quite put my finger
on what it is about him
he nothing special
but he is to me
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Trapped
Within myself
Bound
By my own chains
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