piddle-paddle

piddle-paddle,
piddle-paddle
goes the bike
as i make my way
to the beach
piddle-paddle,
piddle-paddle

sounds like
wind shield wipers
as i travel along

salty air
ah! a poetic breeze!
oh, to have coffee on the beach
stay all day,
in a lawn chair
and write

8/12/12




Poetry by Thomas Perdue The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-11-07 at 18:59

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