rhyme

/ grumpygorman
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they’re outside but
harmless,

or so their
voices
hint

a bit too
loud..

so i
begrudge,

yet, it’s through
sheets

of tempered
glass,

i squint
to misjudge.

/ grumpygorman

it’s a fine friday
to hide
out

and refresh my
browser,

as long as eyes
don’t cross

from
over exposure..

and i remember
to shower,

it’s a grand friday to
break out of
the box

and play
child,

as long as i say
my thank
yous

and don’t frolic
too wild.

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/ grumpygorman

yes, change is
imminent

yet, it may arrive
with cold
feet

on squeaky
floor,

each print leaving
its puddle..

and little
more

towards the
exit,

change has
come

so
best
embrace it.

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/ grumpygorman

bewildered and self
defeated as
father..

tried to keep
beasts at
bay,

but the rampant
one inside

had much
to say,

yet, when he fell
asleep,

your laughs and
presence

brought
relief.

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/ grumpygorman

kept a few
summer
years

in my back
pocket,

for when i lose
sight
of

rainbows, smile
sealed

in scuffed up
locket,

is it sunny where
you peer..

from driver
side
of

star shaped
rocket?

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/ grumpygorman

in comfort’s
clutch..

in no rush to
grow,

when floor
gives,

dare i stand?

who
knows?

in lazy’s
grip,

pale and
sick–

someone crack
a window..

quick.

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