The fever

The fever



When we write

There’s times it

Flows out

Like water

Running down

A river stream.

Others it slowly

Comes about

The fever might come

And go for longer

Amounts of times then

Some might expect

But the good news

Is the fever stays with

Us it never leaves us

And best part of all

The fever  is

Always here

It never judges

Our or lifestyles

It just always

There to help us express

Our emotions out

The good and bad

Even the ones we’re

Sometimes afraid to face.



March 9, 2009,

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