High above streets
Amid glass suites
To gleam away grime
Streak free shine
I tower above
The push and shove
'Tween reflections of clouds
Above the crowds
Just me and the birds
Over jostling herds
At ease in towered glass
Away from the mass
I meditate on grace
As dirt I displace
So quiet and calm
This peaceful wind psalm
As I gaze at you
through the window I stare
Mr. CEO, big millionaire
So cooped up,
it seems so unfair
I punch in in heaven
And you're stuck in there.
Your feedback helps ckahn understand what's working
A girl.
I'm a cockney geezer and I've got a cockney walk. I bowl around my estate and talk in riddles when I talk. 'Your havin a bubble mate' or 'I'm on the dog and bone'.
Does a thousand pound make a poor man rich.
A kind old man Came yesterday Gave me water But walked away I stared at him As he turned his heel No thanks I spoke How must he feel.
The local tramp is a trinket Sitting on the floor Not in a proper house With a bed or a door He was quite a stinker And looked tired too He looked he needed a bed And some rest- phew.
@ckahn I'm so so sorry, your Opuss is great, but I changed the deadline and obviously didn't give enough warning. One of the other contestants couldn't be here tomorrow, or until wednesday, so I decided to do it now. So sorry. π
@Platypus ha ha, no problem. That's why it's hash tagged procrastination for those of us who take too much time to get one outπβΊ
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