Bottle
In this bottle
all I can see,
A tiny little boat
not very big to me.
The tiny blue waves
rolling to the shore,
That little ole boat
ain't sailing anymore.
Bottle
In this bottle
all I can see,
A tiny little boat
not very big to me.
The tiny blue waves
rolling to the shore,
That little ole boat
ain't sailing anymore.
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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My Lover | 2 | 04/21/2010 |
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To the One I Love | 0 | 09/06/2009 |
Bottle | 0 | 09/06/2009 |
Romance | 2 | 09/06/2009 |
Man in the Moon | 0 | 07/17/2009 |
Someone Help | 2 | 02/07/2009 |
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