Glaring LightsA Poem by Che DavisTime gives to none rapidly moving on.
Hurry up! We must go fast. No one ever wants to be last.
We fuss at red lights and fail to yield at yellow. The one before us is the lucky fellow.
Day is born with the sound of a horn.
We rush and rush No one walks they always run Forgetting that in life We should have some fun.
Plant a flower and watch it grow. Fly a kite Smile at a rainbow. Always say thank you And pause before you go.
© 2012 Che DavisReviews
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4 Reviews Added on June 24, 2012 Last Updated on June 24, 2012 AuthorChe DavisSulphur Springs, TXAboutHello, Where to start? I always have trouble with this part for some reason. So here goes. I am a half breed, yeppers a pure blooded half breed. Through my ancestors I have Native American, Scot, Gael.. more..Writing
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