Tom Squires

Doc - Poem by Tom Squires

The old doctor,

Sat bemused.

Gazing across the room,

His index finger.

Bobbing up and down.

As he tapped,

Upon the desk.

A sole sturdy posture,

Fishing in the depths.

Of things already known.

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  • V P Mahur (3/29/2014 3:11:00 PM)

    Dear Tom,
    Nice portrait this one.
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 15, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, December 27, 2016

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