The great Friday night philophiserA Poem by Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)
Working day done
Suit of armour off Old t shirt on Dog fed Red wine bled Shoes kicked Almost across the street Hose sprinkler on Sunsets on Dog yawns Son comes with washing For yet another morn Birds chirping Till the dusk has gone Mumma sits and ponders on Cars screech To the Friday night Bandstand heat It beats Thump thump goes my brain I try in vain No words will come To soothe my furrow brow So now I turn my might To just another movie Wordless night © 2018 Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)Reviews
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3 Reviews Added on March 9, 2018 Last Updated on March 9, 2018 AuthorJulie McCarthy (juliespenhere)Sydney , AustraliaAboutAmateur old poet well not that old but not a young 20 anymore I live to write I write at least five poems ditties every weekend and a few during week I write quickly it just flows and bu.. more..Writing
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