Phil Soar

Gold Star - 51,778 Points (28.06.1952)

Buried - Poem by Phil Soar

Buried in a wooden crate
Gone too soon, instead of late
Burnt to a cinder in a red hot grate
And turned to ash, that's all our fate

Topic(s) of this poem: nonsense

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 21, 2015

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