Putrid Poem by Christopher Tye
Putrid
Putrid
Putrid mice lying devoid of life,
Under things in garden sheds,
Time ran-out for these little fellows,
Rodents past reviving laying in rest,
In dark corners away from disturbance,
Death comes to all things from mice to men.
By Christopher Tye
Monday, October 10, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: death,life and death,mice
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5/4/2024 1:13:49 PM # 1.0.0.1119
In dark corners! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.