Leah Ross Poems

trust me on that
it's the only one we have
when it's gone it's gone
there is no do overs
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There is no wrong or right way
a poem can speak of love
it can tell a tale of times past
Speak of long long ago
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Setting up tents
singing camp songs
being together with family
The smell of wood burning/mesquite
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Is like a darn game
Deal or no deal
who has the right suitcase
who will bend/win
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look under L
in the white pages
Dial O for operator
there should be a listing
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the richness the texture
sweet nectar of the gods
avocado on toast, guacamole
yes please yummy
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best mind his P's & Q's
be careful what he asks for
before he get whats coming to him
someone throws him in
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who are these bad people
Trump speaks about daily
we hear so much a darn about
there from here from there
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in it's rarest truest form
when Obama was president
speeches were eloquently written
what was said meant something
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the singing the romance
cat fights on set
longing gazes n kisses
wardrobe changes
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