The Heart mourns.
The Eyes tear.
The Hands clasp.
The Knees weaken.
The Mind recalls.
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Poetry and verse from Tony Puma.
Is 13 your lucky number?
As you relish TGIF.
OR, do you spend this day in
slumber?
With Nightmares of the bereft
Is it a Black Cat?
A misplaced Ladder?
A conical Black Hat?
A Mirror shattered?
Nah, don’t fret,
Just another day in Clover.
Would you take that bet?
Oh, wake me when it’s over.
TP/2023