Dallis Gibson Poems

It comes when the sky is all dark and evil.
You see a vivid storm and the rolling thunder and electric like lighting.
You might like the storm or hate it if you’re a sunny day type.
But never the less it comes because you can’t avoid them.
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I am everywhere, stuck in the walls of the house just waiting to be used or looked out of.
Today I was opened because little Jimmy was hot. And I was drilled by bugs and birds passing by.
It hurts don’t they understand! I hope that little Jimmy was cooled off by the breeze!
I wish I could fight back! I am just used and get mistook for a flight path all the time!
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Death at a Worms Pace
Always there forever creeping like the worm along the road.
You wonder when will he ever reach his hole but he always does.
He creeps along slowly until you touch him then he hurries.
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