A grey paint
Covers the black and blue night.
Somewhere in my culdesac,
A puddle catches my glance
At the only moon awake tonight.
A lamp post
Waxing and waning
An irregular pattern
I'm tired, my good friend.
I see you are, too.
Thanks for staying up with me.
"You're Welcome..."
Writer's Note- This is for my former CWP teacher, Mrs. Morris. Happy Birthday. Sorry it's "sad".
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Wow...I've never had a poem written in honor of my birthday!! Thanks!!
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