TICKLE

the big red chair

 

TICKLE

The tickle in my bones begins
It starts from somewhere deep within
And I just laugh
Because it's in
A place that's hard to scratch

I've tried to get inside before
To find that place inside my core
Where itches start
It's there I'm sure
I'll look inside my heart

 

 

 

  • Author: Chas. (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 19th, 2016 08:48
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments3

  • WriteBeLight

    The answer lies within. Good job.

  • Tony36

    Great write

  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    HI TBRC ~ THANKS FOR SHARING ! We all have a tickle muscle deep inside us ~ It can't be located so it can never be surgically removed. The day we stop being tickled ~ WE ARE DEAD ! Yours BRIAN



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