Malcolm Wheatman (Kendal)
Poems by Malcolm Wheatman : 5 / 20
Cured?
They say that when you die
Your soul ascends, and by and by
You're high up in the wide, wide sky.
So, when at last I have to go
I hope that in my after-glo
I don't still suffer vertigo.
Malcolm Wheatman
Submitted: Wednesday, September 05, 2012
Edited: Friday, September 07, 2012
Poems by Malcolm Wheatman : 5 / 20
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