Austin Wheeler

Rookie (11-24-90 / Tampa FL)

Folklore - Poem by Austin Wheeler

Windchimes, passed by and ignored.
Lawn gnomes, standing alone and bored.
Fallen petals, mixed in with the whores.
Lost and blinded by the daily chores.
Its everyday that feels like folklore.

If you can't believe
What you don't perceive
Then the final day
Will be far from X-mas Eve.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 22, 2009

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