The Game Poem by Mick williams

The Game



Three builders at hand
But it's only a game
Father's home
And this is the darkest dream
But fear thee not
Ocean's poured on
Everythings tied by a knot
Size matters all
Safe it is not
The girls afraid
Calling all knights to arms
Rescued me
The old times eye is
Protecting me

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Mick williams

Mick williams

paterson, new jersey
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