Make Your Own Holiday Poem by Eillio Imbasciati
Make Your Own Holiday
Fearing growing mold,
He's determined to form another mode
Sleep Mode won't do,
Whose tired?
Lunch Pail Mode,
Now we're hungry to go to work on that
Sand mode?
More grit, but a course not very coarse,
Remote, clean, reinvigorating
So grab a pail, take a respite, taken abroad,
Broad strokes, a masterstroke
Make your own holiday
Wednesday, December 30, 2020
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