Hope floats.
Boats floats.
Baby ducks and trucks floats.
Trucks float?
No they don’t.
Oh well, I should have used the bridge.
:::dcb
LAUGH
If we could all bathe in the sink, we would.
About Me
- David Borlo
- March 3rd, 1970 on top of a hill in the San Francisco Bay Area, I was released into the world according to God's catch and release program. Ever since then I have been swimming my way back up stream. Along the way I have discovered a few things. One, I love making up new words. It worked for Shakespeare. Two, I love the feel of the ocean breeze and three, I love my family. I have been writing poems on and off for 20 years and am hopeful that somewhere in the words you are inspired to be apart of this expression we call life.
1 What do you think about?:
I love these poems, keep it up.
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