Theodora (Theo) Onken
Goodman? ~ - Poem by Theodora (Theo) Onken
Sometimes our memory itches
Scratching scatters it even more
Almost as a thorn in bitter Winter
'Rash' as it was, once before
Flushed in it's always hurry
It's haste makes for a quickened waste
Total upheaval with it's nasty bumps
Principals of which loving memory 'tis made?
By, Theodora Onken
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Wondering and thinking and in disbelief.
Funny what cold hard reality does.
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