TO PASS THE GATH'RING YEARS
No chills or frills or colored pills|
To mark this sordid day...
These words have come to speak their mind
No matter what I say.
Perchance if they should offer you
A bit of country charm,
Then you could smile and sip some tea
Without THIS wild childs' harm.
But just suppose the words were caught
Behaving like a mime...
Could you reveal the writers' thoughts
With passing of the time?
To listen with the heart of one
Who hears the drop of tears,
Should be the hope of all who write
To pass the gath'ring years.
THE NO FRILLS CHALLENGE
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