FOR MY BALL AND CHAIN
I'd rather be a butterfly,Than an ugly moth.
I'd rather be a tiger,
Than a sloth.
I'd rather be a redwood,
Somewhere down the line.
Than be a weeping willow,
Crying all the time.
Out of all the little things,
That I know that I could choose.
As I look into my carols eyes,
I'd rather share my life with you.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2025-03-29 at 02:52
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