Poem about Can’t Beat ‘em, Join ‘em

07/26/2012 at 8:12 AM Leave a comment



Peace and quiet helps me think.

To meditative state sink.

Many thoughts together link

In journal as write in ink.


Noisiness drives me to brink.

Thought process acquires kink.

Oncoming head ache will stink.

So must join fracas I think.

–                       – June Nash


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Original poetry. Copyright 2012, June Nash

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