"Tony, Tony come around, somethings lost and must be found." After I say the chant, I say the name of the item I have lost. It has worked! My muse is on vacation, i fear.
Tony, Tony Come Around
When I look for you and you are here...My head spins, my heart flutters,
my knees shake, my voice stutters
my palms sweat, my feet tingle
my belly gurgles, my feelings mingle
When I look for you and you're not there...
my head falls, my heart stops
my knees buckle, my voice drops
my palms close, my feet shuffle
my belly moans, my life is muffled
Where are my keys Tony?
kathy lockhart
10/07/06
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2006-10-07 at 22:37
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