Friday, May 20, 2011

54. I love this man

A poem for you:
(beware, this is what I write poems like:  not great!)

WIND

The storms came.
The wind blew.
And the fence in our backyard fell flat.




The storm came.
The wind blew.
And the shingles on the roof came loose.


 
The storm came.
The winds blew.
And my husband fixed them all.

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