Tickles
A tickle on my noseTickles on my toes
A tickle in my ear
Tiny tickles everywhere
Producing giggles of delight
As we watch evening birds in flight
Finally whispering Good Night
Waiting to wake
To more tickles.
Tickles
A tickle on my noseWhen power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
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LIES | 1 | 12/15/2009 |
Were You | 1 | 10/14/2009 |
A Simple Drop of Water | 2 | 10/13/2009 |
Footsteps in the Hall | 2 | 10/13/2009 |
Whispering Winds | 3 | 10/12/2009 |
Locked | 2 | 10/05/2009 |
The Nine | 1 | 09/08/2009 |
Tickles | 0 | 09/02/2009 |
Time for Bed | 3 | 08/31/2009 |
Behind My Eyes | 2 | 08/31/2009 |
The In Between | 6 | 08/31/2009 |
Snowfire | 3 | 08/10/2009 |
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