A. M. Spearmaker Poem by William Benjamin Wolfe
A. M. Spearmaker
Lighter in grip,
amid lips a cigar
it's a warm summer night;
eventide at its height.
Many soft words are spoken tonight,
Much laughter of delight
but all afore rest
even modest smirk fades,
-the luke weather despite.
charming he truly offers
the aura of man
as traditional
as he is,
little is his
spite
Monday, December 10, 2012
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