trepidatiously yours
Sunday, September 13, 2015
Poems in a Bottle
I cast bottled, home grown verse,
On the rhythmic waves of time.
Some are funny, most are terse,
A few may be sublime.
For Some pilgrim wet and weary,
May pluck one from the sea.
And smiling at the writ,
May bless both God and me.
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