Memories

Having a lot of fun writing short poems, so I made another one but as an abstract poem.

Aghast! Aghast? I’ve never heard of a word like aghast.

Bursts of laughter, come on Eileen, it’s everything.

Curious child. Says, mom. Can I go and play with my friends now?

Don’t you hate the smell of the wet morning as you wake up?

Everyone must see and feel the same as me, right? Says I.

Follow me “Bum ba da bum bum, Bum ba da bum bum.”

God? Can I have some milk now?




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