The night is so rife
w/ the sounds of life when the
paper hits the stoop
i wait for it to grow legs
& dance to the melody.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
This is great. There's always a melody playing. It's a shame we don't always hear it. I love the idea of the paper growing legs and dancing. Thanks....10....
Wot jim said.... :) t x
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