Mickel Wright Poems

Where have all the little ones gone,
For the halls are empty,
And my eyes have darkened,
And I cannot find the light,
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How delightful, ye of gentle burdens,
Come floating round mine head,
Thy gentle touch hath sweetened,
My soft lullaby, that to thee I hath made,
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The mind races like a gentle stream,
Always flowing,
Never stopping,
Even when all other bodily functions cease to be,
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I see the world around me,
As it turns its lofty head around,
Its sneering nose and lofty hose,
Ensnaring its hefty butt upwards,
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