Please Tell Them How Poem by chris bowen, a.k.a to wit

Please Tell Them How



all the people gather
feel the smoldering book
chances are they took
o'joy, to the boy, a favorite ahoy
the lord made something special with eggs in the basket
i get a casket
but first i get something else
the shelf
do you rock well?

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fernanadina a.k.a ghost town
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