Jill Of The Bees Poem by Saul McCandless

Jill Of The Bees



Why you didn't come forth?
I'll never know

You where adequate
From the last step to outset

My invader has unladened
To cherish Jill of the Bees

In my fifties, nineteen Nazis
Choose solutions and evict the dead.

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Saul McCandless

Saul McCandless

Co. Down, N. Ireland
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