That Sinking Feeling Poem by Phil Soar

That Sinking Feeling



I made my boat with wood from old oak trees
I then set sail for somewhere overseas
And half way there, the water reached my knees
I sank without a trace near the Maldives

Friday, October 23, 2015
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