From underneath the frig

I see the world, with a tired eye,
no one thinks to look,
under the needed frigidaire
to see what I see,
in sleepy tip-toes
colorful socks are best,
I collect the memories,
pink toes,
baby fingers,
as they find that cherrio
that rolled in for a visit.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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