The intense child climbed into
the gnarled plum tree;
surrounded by blossom
and accompanied by bees,
she sang all day.
Yes, it’s true -
and my best friend knew -
I can’t carry a tune
in a bucket.
The next day at school,
she laughed herself sick
when I sang the chorus of my latest ballad,
“Where are you now,
It’s time to milk the cow.”
I knew there was gold in those lines.
Lovely!
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