Muggy Days
Muggy days, oh, muggy days,
A morning moon viewed through a haze,
As on the east horizon’s strand,
A dawning sun; its crimson band.
Peter Lowell Paulson
September 4, 2012
About Me
- Peter Lowell Paulson
- I write poetry about love and life. I love family and friends. I love life; you will rarely see me down, but when I am everyone knows I won't be down for long. It's probably a good idea to put food in front of my face at that point.
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