Creek Poem by Steve Howard
Creek
There are some quaint old adages,
I can't quite understand.
Some seem quite insightful,
and some seem poorly planned.
There is one that comes to mind,
I hear from time to time,
and in the heart of what it says,
an error I can find.
There is no question to decide,
no fence I need to straddle.
For it's up the creek I'd rather be,
than down without a paddle.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/7/2024 7:51:07 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The exception proves the rule, perhaps Steve
True, true Douglas Scotney. Thanks. 😃