Unknown Poem by Wiley Wildcard

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Simple short and sweet
To what end will we meet.
Still we always look
For the thing that shook.

Waiting in the night
will it put up a fight?
The thing that we seek
Is it at all weak?

Yes it is weak almost like a feather,
But it can be strong you see it is the weather.

Monday, December 15, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: fear
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Wiley Wildcard

Wiley Wildcard

Orville California
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