Tiger Posted January 2, 2009 Posted January 2, 2009 The green grass grows whenever I may roam. Nary a complaint as I relax at home. I do not care what says the church of Rome. For I am in the zone with Mister Strome. No longer here as I drink a beer without fear. My friend sits back and reveals a single tear. I do not care for I am no longer here. I will not get behind the wheel and steer.
AFriendlyFace Posted April 11, 2009 Posted April 11, 2009 This is a fun little piece, Tim! I particularly like the alliteration in the first line. It seems to be a poem that is fundamentally about finding one's peace in the world. Quite enjoyable, thanks Kevin
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