A Rumset

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A Rumset


The sound Of the waves as they crash on the beach
The sun slowly dippen way out side the reef
Wid Bottle in hand, I stumbles into the sand
hopefuly to get some relief

Been See'n double fer over an Hour
Be perplexen How rum can Have so much power
But as the sun sets I simply fergets
the vived colors just make me blue's cower

Like An old fried egg the sun slips into the Sea
Purple, & Peach, & Pink yer eye's will see
With a stout HicUp, I almost ThowUp
But am calmed by the Beauty before me!

Now the sun is down & I'm feel'n way drunk
the sand on me feet mix'n wid me own funk
The cool O the night bids me to rest
Fer this night as many the beach is me Bunk!

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

Darkblade’s Poems (5)

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