Liza Sud

With My Own Small Scoop - Poem by Liza Sud

I'm all out of love for you
I dislike all the people...
And you feel it, like children,
who the most interesting choose?

So I run to you in our sandbox,
with my own small scoop,
And I know we'll make a house,
on any shore with you.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 24, 2015

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