Late
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I’m awake late Christmas Eve
wrestling with what I believe
regarding the truth of Santa Clause
my parent’s proof is full of flaws
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Ignorance falls like dark late night
a pitch so black there is no light
knowledge burning bright as flame
drives darkness back to where it came
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I was born by dark of moon
a stormy night in late late June
it’s rained on every birthday after
my parties are devoid of laughter
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O h this is bad, it’s our first date
and here I am two hours late
I have no quality excuse
maybe battery cables rattled loose
windshield shattered by a flying goose
the road was blocked by a stubborn moose
no… I’m turning back, ‘cause what’s the use
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rob kistner © 2008
Moose & moose poem give me a big smile! Drive on – maybe your date love you anyway! After all, sometimes we have to be ourselves, flaws (parental and otherwise) and all!
Loved the moose. Lovely collection of lates in one poem.
That may be your lover in a moose suit ready to give you a surprise!
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