All from a Sunday Delivery
Poem
A delivery didn't see any crab.
Maybe, be Sunday.
It's without tabs
In the first place.
Delivery!
Shake its leg, shout out
His name... hallelujah!
Vain?
Then
Kissy kiss kiss.
Today, I didn't
Channel and league
The NBA
The NFL
The WNBA
The NBC.
Castings... relaxing.
I didn't get caught up.
Maybe, be Sunday...
I be off halfway.
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K. A. Smith – published author and poet with experience in architectural design. I try to bring love and life into every poem or story. I believe every piece of art is "effective" in some way. Please follow along, and share your thoughts.
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