Morgan Michaels

Birthday - Poem by Morgan Michaels

As the coffee turns in the pot
as the cream rises in the can
as butter softens in the bowl
and yellows to yellow
as the wind tangles in the vane
as high above the red barn door
the sky peoples over with crows;
as hens cluck and cluck some more
and the old cock crows
as morning slouches to noon;
punching the pillow, let me just say
happy birthday, baby. It's tubuler, no?
Happy birthday, babe, many more!

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  • (5/15/2013 11:03:00 AM)

    until I looked at the receipt of $8595, I did not believe friend woz like actualy earning money parttime on there computar.. there mums best friend haz done this for only six months and just now repaid the depts on there apartment and bourt a great new Lotus Esprit. this is where I went, KEP2.COM (Report) Reply

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  • Gajanan Mishra (5/15/2013 10:36:00 AM)

    good poem, thanks, I like it.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment.
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, September 12, 2013

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