Poem: 46

I want to run
I want to stroll
I want to walk
I want to roll

I want a goal
I want a lock
I want a pun
I want a clock

I want my rock
I want my fun
I want my soul
I want my sun

To sit in sun
To warm the soul
To turn my lock
To meet a goal

To botch the roll
To wind my clock
To take a run
To carve in rock

To catch a walk
To tease in fun
To have the stroll
To say my pun

This is fun.
That is droll.
They all talk.

01-18-2010

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