Mr. Evens 2 Poem by O.S. Brooks

Mr. Evens 2



The road full of pot holes
will freeze over this winter

The field now dying
carries a burden so great

The leaves on the sycamore have left
They will never return

The clouds rise
The chill grows
The wife cheats

This is new

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