ME AND MY BODY
Teeth chatter all the time,Is that because it's cold.
Or just another reason to,
Make up a nother rhyme.
My bones in my body shake,
If only they could talk about.
The parts that had broken down,
Wonder what tales they'd spake.
What if my fingers could talk,
Think I nearly forgot.
They do nearly every day,
It's the wisdom of man.
That doesn't listen to,
What they have to say.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2023-12-08 at 13:09
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