Bust
Rhymes
With lust
And dust.
As times
Change
We exchange
One lover
For another.
But tis the same dust
Into which we thrust
For we are all bust
In the end
My friend
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K Morris - Poet 
Oh heck! This makes me a bit sad. But it’s true. Good write Kevin
Thank you. Its a beautiful day outside so there is much to be happy about. All the best – Kevin
It’s a bit warm lol and I wush I could go out in my burthday suit, but of course that would not do at alk! Plus I would get rather sunburnt. So I shall go and sit in my favourite place out in the countrtside by a fiekd where we once saw a kingfisher, when I could see. I can live in my imagination can’t I lol