Bile

It tickles my fancy Don't you know To see you there  Oh so blue It's all your fault Don't you know All you had to do  Was let me grow But why do that Don't you know When you can stay Just like you are Never leaving from the rut Of cycling bile through your gut

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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.