Only A Poet
one new poem. each day. one year.
07 April 2010
Tired Legs
In my bed,
Resting my head;
Now sleepily fed.
Feet now propped
For walking's stopped
And day has all flopped.
Not moving
But just grooving,
Motionless moving.
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