Poem A Day
All Poems by: Tonia M. Christle
Friday, July 31, 2009
Too Late
Too late to mess around
With words and how they sound.
'Cause I must go to sleep,
So I can rise
And fly away
Down South and watch
A wedding.
Too late to think of
Everything when
Morning will come
Too soon.
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