Poem Shards
Foot prints at the shore
 
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you make your footprint
as you walk your beach
forever seeking
who you seek
who that might just come in reach
even when the kids are freeking
you might reach a peek
Ah, he shows up with a peach.
The kiddie pool is leaking.
The kids have fun all week
your jaunt upon the sand
He has them all up at the house
let you go out for some hours alone
walk along a beach
the footprints that you make
so easily wash away.
The kids have been good all week
You always enjoy it when you stay



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sometimes there is beauty within the fragments . . .
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Sprongg . . . onng . . . ongg ga

Her tired morning
seems more like poetry
than anything you can
find on a blog.


Bark Bark. Bark Bark. Tree
Bark Bark. Bark Bark. Dog

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Woof and woe🌝 
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Jersey Shore . . .!




  Bill Perilli, 
 writer of all
 of the things 
 on this blog.
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Dead men
post no bail
and they don't weep
and they don't wail
They don't know 
what's going on
and if you sing
they don't
sing along
and if they did
you'd run away
it'd be very scary
like Halloween day