Small Engine Technician


Early Sunday morning
And I'm woke by the roar of the beast
Slowly I open my eye's and think
Could this be happing to me ?
How did he find my layer
How long has he been out there
Stalking ,Watching , Waiting.
Suddenly he has found his way
Into the seventh day
And consumes me a full week
I rise from my bed with a sleepy head
and move to the window
I look out side with fear in my eye's only to see
My Neighbor's mowing his lawn
EARLY ON SUNDAY !
Rick Rhythm Williams
(c) 7 30 1993

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