Terry dailey

SCRAMBLED EGGS

I WRITE ABOUT SO MANY THINGS. FROM A SHOWERS DOUBT TO MY ANGEL WITH WINGS. IT WAS HEARD WHEN I STUMBLED OR MUMBLED QUITE SMITTEN. WITH EACH WORD THAT I FUMBLED IM LEFT HUMBLED WHILE WRITTEN.  TO ALL THE FRIENDS THAT DO WHAT THEY DO. MY POETRY DEPEPENDS ON YOU YES ITS TRUE. I TAKE A BREIF MOMMENT AND AFTER RESPECT. I ADD IN THE  WISDOM MY LAUGHTER REFLECTS. THEN THROW IN SOME FICTION AND MIX IT SO WELL. I KNOW MY ADDICTION BRINGS FRICTION AS I TELL. BUT  SHOWING FOR CERTAIN ILL END IT SOMEHOW. TO CLOSEING THE CURTAIN TO MY FRIENDS THEN I BOW.......