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poem



It's Getting Close


It's getting close
Only two months to go
I'm scared to death
My pumpkin might blow
My hairs turning grey
Something s not right
I pace up and down
I can't sleep at night
I'm smoking so much
I've developed a cough
And drinking more often
I'll have to lay off
What lays in store
Will my pumpkin stop growing
I measure it daily
I can't handle not knowing
Who's pumpkin will win
Will it be mine
I'm scared and excited
All at the same time
                     (c)
      Tony Hickman


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