Manonton Dalan

Rookie - 300 Points (virginia, usa)

When Sugar Is Low - Poem by Manonton Dalan

soda cart slowly creeping to stop
as i practice swing my golf club
a quick glimpse so beautiful lass
she got off with her summer rugs
with sweet smile everybody do love
i am thirsty, i need gatorade; that

ball went straight down fairway; long
i reach my pocket for a change; some
cold sweet bottled juice; refreshing
i see all of us buying; been looking
kindness trickle to an open can, cute
few greens; still early for yogurt

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 5, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, August 5, 2013


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