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Sc-r-e-e-ch!
by Charles E MinshallI wish when I sing
I didn't sing sour.
That I didn't shake leaves
From every tree or bower.
I'd like to sing
To sing on Key,
But SC-R-E-E-CH! I guess
That's not to be. 02/02/2006 Author's Note: SC-R-E-E-CH! That's me....Charlie
Posted on 02/02/2006
Copyright © 2025 Charles E Minshall
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 02/02/06 at 09:08 PM ...charlie, shirley's right...your words trill like a spring robin and have as many voices as a mockingbird...love this, love your work...peace, chaz |
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