Poems from Ana M King
Who lives here,
In this shack,
In a dead end corner,
By the bayou's edge?
A funeral bier,
Drapped in black,
With a weeping mourner,
Behind...
I kiss the ground I walk upon.
To the dark rich loam I am drawn.
Hearing its doleful solemn pleas,
I fall in sympathy on knees.
No more to...
Yippie ki yay ki yo,
Singin along my bro.
Yippie ki yay ki ya,
Playin in the playa.
Yippie ki yay yahe,
Down the slope on ski.
Yippie ki...
Euclid thought about it,
By observing what he saw.
A trinity of dots,
Makes trinity of angles,
60*, 60*, 60*.
Each part equal in locus....