The word “o” can mean so many things,
the sound of an owl when it sings.
The buzzing of a telephone that continues to ring,
the glare of a shining karat with a lot of bling.
“Oh”, is such a beautiful thing to say,
like when you bow your head down to pray.
And wish for happy blessings to come your way,
Oh…what a bright and lovely day.
The oozing, overbearing, ooh’s, that roar,
and fill the sky, like doves in the air that soar.
These make me want to scream for more and more,
And at the end of the day, I can never feel a bore.
Sunday, November 4, 2007
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