Best Poem of M.. BERRYANN

A Sunday Morning Love Song
Warm February wishes ride the breeze
While our window breathes just a bit,
I smell the rain that wakes the trees
From this bedroom, ever so slightly lit,
I kiss your cheek, still dreaming at ease,
The sleeping beauty you emit,
The meaning in my life, I cling to these:
Your spirit, your touch, your . . .
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Working On My Crazy
Woman I admit I’m crazy,
I’m either too damned busy or lazy,
I’m either way too hot or bitter cold,
I’m a great big hug or hard to hold,
Woman I’m working on my crazy!

Woman I admit I’m a nut,
I’m either on top of the world or in a rut,
I’m either a tender moment or a complete nightmare,
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