Phil Soar

Gold Star - 52,518 Points (28.06.1952)

Nonsense 30 - Poem by Phil Soar

Where does the music of the night go?
When the morning sun appears
How do we listen to the dawn chorus?
After the night has burst our ears
The sounds of the night are curious
But are highly volatile
And the morning sun, on a naked bum
Can't help but make you smile.

Topic(s) of this poem: nonsense

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 1, 2015

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