The Pedestrian

Rookie - 328 Points (Pittsburgh Pennsylvania)

On A Good Day - Poem by The Pedestrian

Does anybody know
where all those good days go?

On a good day
hand in hand
On a good day
makin' tracks in the sand

On a good day
the sea and the sun
and smiles on the faces
of everyone

Does anybody know
where all those good days go?

Somewhere deep inside

On a good day
right here with you
On a good day
all I want to do

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

True Poet: That's it?
Me: Yeah, I guess.
True Poet: Not much there
Me: No, I don't suppose
True Poet: Farewell, Pedestrian
Me: You can call me The
True Poet: Oh, okay, The

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 14, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 15, 2013

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