WINNIESPOETRY: MY CUP RUNNETH OVER

WINNIESPOETRY PRESENTS:

MY CUP RUNNETH OVER

Hearing the drippings from the table...
I listened to the fall onto the floor.
The tablecloth was soaked and could not contain
the rains.
And.. on the floors around the chairs
the wetness became small beds of floods.
The joy filled me with a leaping like a child in a womb!
It was a gladness of unexplainable means!
It was happiness of heart..
It was praise of the souls of many little ones laughter.
If I were to wipe it up from the table and the floors
and put the moistures in a cup...
My Cup runneth over.
My Cup runneth over..
My Cup runneth over...
My Cup runneth over....
My Cup runneth over.....
My Cup runneth over......


I AM MIISRAEL
WINNIESPOETRY2008
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