Has been set.

Limerick.

A dream… of a certain type, wet and wild, dangerous, and growing but I’m still here all alone as always. I wish there was a night in which, me and some girl could make the bed springs sing but there never is. “Feel The Vibration” but the dead don’t move…

Do you often sit and wonder?

Love springs up everywhere.

When I was growing up we didn’t have running water in our home like we do now, no modern plumbing facilities like hot and cold water facets. We had a hand pump we often had to prime to get the water to flow. Our water came by gravity feed from a well or spring up on the hill…

Hey this a short poem I made.
I think it’s pretty good lol anyway check it out.