Oh, this milkshake of mine
Oh, this milkshake of mine,
I stop by the store–time after time
and it seems less and less divine
as I go along that I can call mine,
trying hard to look but it’s hard to find,
just like this poem, just like this rhyme.
About the author
I live with my wife, an artist, in Indianapolis. Besides poetry, I like to take photographs, read books, travel overseas, and listen to news/political podcasts, college lectures and classic literature. You can read about my approach to poetry on my poetics page. To stay in touch, follow me on Twitter or connect on a variety of other social networks.
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