Friday Night Lights (Not) Poem by John Stroud
Friday Night Lights (Not)
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Put away the dishes.
Those are my wishes.
Not in a half. Not in an hour.
Do it right now before I turn sour.
Do the dishes. It's a simple chore.
All she hears is
BLAH, BLAH, BLAH
So she Ignores.
I want to go to the football game on Friday Dad.
All I hear is
BLAH, BLAH, BLAH
So that's to bad.
Thursday, February 8, 2007
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