Yours Truly

Paint Chip Poetry

 

We speak just once in a blue moon

And that often seems to soon;

We haven’t always seen eye to eye;

Harmony at times in short supply.

I know my temper may seem lava hot

Especially when you keep babbling like a brook

But humour me now and take a look

Have the courage to stop and see

That of all the people in the world

Your closest friend is me.

 

Padre

Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #39

 

 

 

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