Most Peculiar Poem by M.L. Squier
Most Peculiar
I came into a park to sit & sun
And found a man
With most peculiar gun
He moved his gun
Like a blindman would his cane
And swayed it across the grass
At once he stopped and
With his little knife
He poked the ground
But I could not tolerate
One more thrust to my heart
I screamed
'Help, a man is killing the grass! '
But no one came
To see my tears & blood, alas!
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