Kooky Keith

Keith, a tall plumber from York,
Only son of a cook in Cork,
Once broke a pipe below the sink,
Kept open the tap, did not think,
Yet soaking wet, he went to work.

Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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  1. wow…thats a sweet little light hearted acrostic..u seem to excel in every form of writing…and i am learning…thanks for that Leo….keep writing!god bless u!

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