THREE THREE LINERS
At my barbers the floor is covered in hair
at my local garage there’s oil everywhere
so why on earth is my Bank’s floor bare.
I feel sorry for those whose height is restricted
and surely the reason needs no explaining
they’re the last to find out whenever its raining.
My life is filled with sad contentment
Love and loss I've known them both
I’m mellowed now with no resentment.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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Comments2
A wonderful set of poems each with its own meaning and wisdom a fave
Good writes M.
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