Cool, and green,
I am;
and, yet,
I am not;
I give in too easily,
submit all too queasily,
and, feasibly,
lie (or lay)
around in the sun
all day,
waiting for my salad days
to end.
By the Book (sic)
Bardly Writ
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I am a Succumber
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Loved the poem
Thank you, Shantanu, one of my thrown together stream of consciousness ones.
Have a good day.
G:)
Nicely put. 😊