A Pretty Lass Poem by Lamar Cole

A Pretty Lass



He was out for a morning run.
And there was the beautiful sun.
Then suddenly it began to rain.
And he thought what a shame.
A pretty lass smiled at him just as a light wind began.
And suddenly it seemed like pure sunshine again.

Thursday, June 13, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: people
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