Tom Squires

Doc - Poem by Tom Squires

The old doctor sat bemused, gazing across the room. His index finger bobbing up and down as he tapped upon the desk. A sole sturdy posture, fishing in the depths of things already known.

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  • V P Mahur V P Mahur (3/29/2014 3:11:00 PM)

    Dear Tom,
    Nice portrait this one.
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 15, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 6, 2015

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